#Golf Towels Near Me

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

NATIONAL ANTHEM- P.B PARKER

Pairing- Rich! Peter x Country Club! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You work at the local country club as a barcart girl and you run into your crush, aka the son of the richest man in town-Peter Parker. Simple flirting becomes something... more.

Warnings: Making out, suggestive sexual content, dry humping, teasing, swearing, drinking :)

i'm your national anthem, god, you're so handsome- take me to the hamptons, bugatti veyron... he loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon, holding me for ransom, upper echelon -national anthem, lana del rey

Money is the anthem, of success- so before we go out- what’s your address? You hummed along to the sweet melody as it trickled out of the old stereo from your cart, speakers crackling slightly.

It was a hot summers day, you felt a little bead of sweat drip down the back of your neck as you breathed in the fresh air, smelling of fresh cut grass and fancy colone. It was days like this when you were most busy on the golf course, barley able to squeeze in a lunch break before someone came up to you, begging for a whisky sour.

But today you had tucked yourself away in a little hidden spot, a perfect view of scenery, the green hills stretching on for miles.

Sipping on a sweet ice tea from your straw you fiddled with, you watched as Peter Parker braced himself before swinging, club hitting the ball with a clean wack! before thudding down near the hole.

The wind rustled the flag and the fabric of his polo shirt, hair ruffled under his baseball cap.

You tried not to stare but it was impossible.

The way he smiled was intoxicating, and the way he laughed at his friends jokes… god you hoped to make him laugh like that someday.

Though he was almost four years older, the two of you had met during your freshman year of university. You weren’t close, but you werent strangers either. The odd hello was said, a smile and a passing glance in the library from his books.

Now you were practically about to graduate and he was working on his masters, his school out of state. He was home for the summer though, which was nice.

It just meant you could possibly serve him, which also made you anxious beyond belief because that meant you had to talk to him again. You took a bigger sip until you heard the straw suck up the bottom of the glass and the melting ice to ease your butterflies.

Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck- I said can we party later on he said yes, yes, yes!

Another deep breath.

He walked in your general direction, but you doubted he could see you. You prayed the low hanging branches covered you, or at least your face. You tried to look out at the rolling hills in the distance, admiring the scenery.

It was very out of your element, but you couldn’t deny the fact it was beautiful here. The ever so fancy country club estate glimmered in the sun, tall hedges trimmed to perfection with roses blooming in the gardens.

You could just see the tall fountain spilling water down, next to the tennis court. Sometimes you worked the bar there, or handed out water and towels, but you preferred being a cart girl.

It made your life much more interesting, to drive around and to see more people. Today you got to see your favourite person.

And apparently he got to see you.

The branches rustled and got pulled to the side, a buff, 6’4 man staring down at you. “Hey sorry, am I bothering you?”

You almost choked on your straw as you bite down on it. “No, no sorry I was just on my break. But how can I help you?”

“Oh shit my bad, I’ll leave you to it-“ He went to turn away, then stopped. Whipped back around.

“Wait- Y/N? Is that you?” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah hey Peter.” you smiled.

“Jeez it’s been a while! I missed seeing you around. How’s life been?”

He missed you?! No, he missed seeing you. That’s different. Get a fucking grip woman.

“I missed you too! Or- wait erm… It’s been good! How’s life at Warner?”

His eyes brightened as you stumbled over your words, pleased you remembered where he was.

“It’s good. Super good. Lots of sunshine, and I’ve made some friends.”

“Not failing anything I hope?” you teased and he laughed.

“No, no I would never. But it’s good to be home for the summer. How’s your program going?” he asked, taking off his hat to run a hand through his messy hair, slicking it back from falling back into his eyes.

You tried not to stare at his arms but it was deemed impossible. His shirt fit him so well, his biceps strained in the fabric as they curled, and you could see whispers of a tattoo on his one arm. Jesus Christ.

“Super good. Almost finished, actually. Not sure what’s next, but working here has helped pay for most of it.”

“That’s awesome, you should be so proud. You’re a hard worker Y/N, seriously. You’ve always been.”

You almost melted at his praise, sinking deep into your seat as your tennis skirt fanned out across your thighs. There was no way he didn’t know about the effect he had on you. He had to know he drove you crazy.

“Thank you so much Peter. It means a lot coming from you.” You beamed.

“Awh shucks. Well anyways, I just came because I saw a cart over here and was going to snag a drink, but if you’re on break I won’t bother you.”

“No, no don’t be silly. What can I get you?” you scrambled up, popping open your cooler filled with ice and drinks. “You’re sure?” he asked, standing closer to you, to see what you had.

You squirmed, shivering even though there was no breeze. “Of course. I’m practically done it anyways. Happy to help.” you smiled, trying your very best to be professional and not look at him like you wanted to rip his clothes off at this very second.

“Just a Heineken please doll.” The pet name was going to make you spirial. Jesus. “That’s all?”

“That’s all. I’m easy like that.” You grabbed a cup, scooping ice before pouring the chilled beer. “Here. It’s on the house.” you handed it to him, setting down the empty glass. He shook his head, fishing into his pocket.

“Don’t be silly. Here-“ he handed you a hundred and your eyes widened in surprise and shock.

“For your troubles.” he smirked. “Peter- I can’t, I can’t take this.”

“Then take this too.” He pulled out a tiny slip of paper, crumped as if it had been in his pocket for some time. You opened it, revealing his phone number in fancy writing- the cursive that reminded you of your grandmothers. A little smiley face was printed next to it, which you mirrored back.

“Have you just had this in your pocket in case you bump into a girl?” you asked, laughing.

“I found out you worked here and I wrote it down, waiting until I had an excuse to bump into you. Now I have one.” he winked, lifted his glass in a cheers motion before turning around, emerging from the forest to jog up to his friends.

You watched him in disbelief, jaw slack on the ground. You fought to pick it back up, trying to not crumple the paper anymore as you held onto it for dear life. A wave of giddiness washed over you, your body hot to the touch, head spinning. Clutching the paper to your chest, you sighed.

Simply hoping something would actually come out of this.

For once in your life.

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Something was coming out of this. Key word, was. Lines were blurred, and you weren’t sure if it was currently happening, could’ve happened, or had happened.

It had been a week since the original occurrence, when he had you nearly swooning and begging at his feet. Each day was a little game the two of you played, who could spy on each other first.

It had you picking up extra shifts, just to possibly see him that day, or for longer. The past few days you had worked at the bar by the tennis court, watching the ball bounce back and forth until a familiar face found his way to your bar, despite the fact he was on the opposite side of the property, and had bar carts at his disposal.

It made you feel like a teenage girl again, kicking your feet at the slightest interaction. If he wasn’t at your bar, he had found time to walk past your station (which was always very much out of his way), just to give a little wave, or to check up on you.

A few little texts had been exchanged, nothing more then simple, harmless flirting. That’s what you were telling yourself, and that was the story you were sticking to. Nothing more then that. So whenever he came over to fiddle with the straws, or suck the lemon wedge dry without making a face just to prove he could, you smooshed the feelings of need deep down, as much as you could.

Today was no different.

It was hot, one of the hottest days of the summer. You fanned yourself with a clipboard, thankful for the first time you were working in the bar by the tennis court, where it was air conditioned.

You didn’t understand how people could continue to play as if their life depended on it in the hot, beating sun. It was torturous to watch. You were extremely busy, barley getting a moment to sit down and rest your poor, aching feet- dozens of people swarming the bar for a cool drink.

Ice had to be refilled two times already, and you presumed it would be another two times before your shift was over.

“Busy there eh?” a familiar voice called from across the counter, and for the first time all day you were genuinely happy to serve someone.

“You again! It’s almost like you’re stalking me, or something.” you teased, quickly dropping everything you were doing to go over to see him.

“Something like that. Hey listen, I have a question to ask you.”

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it, I swear. The cops have nothing on me.” His eyes widened in mock surpise and his hands went up in surrender.

“Woah. Jeez, I’ll let them know. I have no idea how you found out I was working for them but I guess my disguise is shit.”

“It is shit. I’ve been keeping tabs on you to give you tips on how to be more discreet.” He laughed, swatting you with a straw he grabbed.

“No seriously, my parents are out of town and I was going to throw a party, but I won’t unless you come to it.”

“Well shit, that’s a lot of pressure. You’re basing this whole thing on me going, so if I don’t go everyone will be disappointed at me for cancelling it?” you teased, grabbing the ingredients to make his usual.

“Ha ha. Very funny. You know I don’t mean it like that. But I’d like you to come, it wouldn’t be the same without you there.”

“I don’t really socialize, so I’m sure no one would miss me. Plus, no one knows me.”

“I know you. And I would miss you, and you’re the only person I care about in terms of showing up.”

You smiled softly as his confession, trying to play it cool despite the fact your stomach was currently doing cartwheels. You didn’t even know if you were making his drink right, you prayed muscle memory would save you this time.

“You’d miss me? You just wanna talk to me more, do you like me or something?”

“Or something.” he smirked, smacking a twenty on the table, and you didn’t even bother to give him back his change. He refused to accept it back, you had already tried.

“Thanks for the drink sweetcheeks. It’s on Friday, and if you don’t show I’m gonna call the whole thing off, mid party and then everyone’s gonna be pissed at you.”

“Or at you for making up that stupid rule.” you snarked, sliding him over his glass, and grabbing a clean towel to wipe down your space. You could already feel two peoples eyes on you, waiting for a drink. They could wait a little longer.

“Show up then.” he shrugged. “But wait, I don’t even have your address-“ you called after him as he walked towards the exit, back towards to the heat and blinding sun. He waved his phone, without even looking back.

“Good thing we have these then eh sweets?”

“Smartass.” you grumbled under your breath as his laughed, and you watched the door swing behind him as you were stuck behind the bar.

“What can I get you?” you asked the stranger sitting near you, wishing more then anything it was Peter still there instead.

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He was massive. Wait no- sorry, his house was massive. (Did you seriously think you’d jump the gun that quickly? Get over yourself).

You stared up at it as you emerged from your car, so out of place in this fancy establishment. He lived not only in a gated community but his property was privately gated as well.

Didn’t shock you.

You knew his family was rich, but jesus you didn’t know this rich. Dozens of cars were parked, all range rovers and catialcs as you locked your simple looking black civic.

Oh well. He invited me after all.

You belonged here. You were allowed to be here, no matter how many second thoughts you had looking at the fancy fountain, the perfectly manicured lawn and ferns, a perfect cone shape as they lead up to the massive pillars and white staircase.

You had dealt with snobby rich people before at your job, and you could do it again. Not that Peter was snobby in any way. If anything, he was one of the only ones you knew who was humble and down to earth. Hopefully his friends would be the same.

You smoothed out your mini dress, attempting to get rid of the wrinkles. Nervous, you figited with the pearls on your neck, listening to your heels clack on the pavement before you found yourself up the stairs.

You heard music, but it wasn’t as loud as you expected. No thumping floors or shaking walls, and you couldn’t see any flashing lights. You weren’t even sure what you expected. But it certainly wasn’t this. This seemed oddly calm. You could still clearly hear the cicadas as they chirped outside under the stars.

You lifted your hand to knock, and the double doors swung open as your hand was mid air, mouth opening in confusion.

“You’re not Peter.”

“So you’re observant too. You’re prettier then he described you. He’s been watching out the window for you like he’s on guard duty.”

“Bucky stop flirting with my girl!” a voice called from the other room, and you watched as Peter emerged from the other room, jogging over to you with a smile.

My girl? You fought a smile, trying to pretend his words meant nothing but you lost. Bad.

“Hi. Sorry I was just-“

“Waiting for me. I heard from your friend here. It’s nice to meet you Bucky.” you nodded, laughing as Peter’s cheeks turned a lighter of light pink.

“Likewise. Go into greater detail next time Parker.”

“No, because then you dicks will try to steal her.”

Bucky laughed, walking back in the direction Peter came from, which you assumed was where the main party was. You looked around, surveying the massive foyer- tall pillars also inside, bright chandeliers glistening over the towering staircase.

It was beautiful. You couldn’t help but admire the mural on the ceiling, mimicking a Renaissance style piece.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming. You look beautiful, by the way. I mean you always do- but you look amazing now. Sorry I’m not sure why I’m rambling, I just smoked a joint and I’m nervous.” he trailed on and you laughed, reaching up to touch his bicep in reassurance.

You weren’t sure where the confidence came from, but you were happy about it. His skin was soft and warm, and he leaned into your touch.

“Don’t be nervous. If anything, I’m nervous. This is your party! And it’s so- wow.” you breathed, looking up again at the fresco.

“Everyone’s so excited to meet you. You’ve already met Bucky, I see.”

You giggled. “Hopefully they all like me. Are they friends from school?”

“Some from school, some from home, some from the country club.”

“Ah I see. So a wide variety.”

“Something like that.” he smirked, placing a hand on your lower back as he guided you towards a mysterious hallway. The hand placement. Oh my god the hand placement. You savoured his touch as he guided you, looking up at him despite wearing heels.

Somehow he still towered over you. It made you feel things.

You heard bustle from the room he was guiding you towards, the sound of music leading you onwards. Dozens of people mingled around what looked like a game room. Some lounged on leather couches with drinks in their hands, others playing a round of pool.

You saw Bucky and some others with a deck of cards, others at the bar top. It was spacious, detailed wood panels across the ceiling, with soft lights mounted on the walls, creating a glow. You admired the dozens of paintings perched on the walls, staring at Peter in amazement.

“It’s beautiful here.”

“Thanks.” he smiled, taking it in with you, as if he didn’t see this every day. It made you like him even more somehow, if that was possible.

“Hey everyone this is Y/N. Party is no longer threatened to get cancelled. You’re welcome.” he called out, and everyone cheered.

“To Y/N” Bucky called out in toast, raising his glass. They didn’t even use solo cups. This shit was fancy as fuck.

You laughed, waving to everyone before Peter pulled you aside, the music picking up its tempo as the chatter resumed. “Can I get you a drink? For once?” he asked, and you nodded- following him over to the bar.

“It’s nice to see you behind the counter for once.” you smirked, giggling as he whipped a towel over his shoulder like a real bartender. “What do you mean for once? I will let you know that I am the most prestigious bartender in France. They don’t even call me a bartender, the call me “tender of the bar” " he drawled.

“Just a cider please. I’m easy like that.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank god. I don’t know how to make anything but a whisky sour.”

“Hey, that's a start!” you smiled, watching as he grabbed a chilled glass and slid ice in it, before pouring your drink from the can. “Madame.”

“Thank you, monsior. Mmmm fantastic. You should work with me!” He snorted, throwing the towel down. “They would fire me before I could pick up a glass. You’re too talented, you'd outshine me. You already do.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“You’re being silly.”

“Silly is my middle name.”

“I thought handsome was your middle name?”

“Alright woah now-“

----------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours had passed, and the night was still young. You were drunk, a little- and your shoes had come off. You didn’t know where they went, or where your phone was, or why you were outside with Peter.

But you were outside with Peter. And it was nice.

The air was chill against your skin, but not cold enough you had goosebumps. It was soft against your flushed skin from the alcohol, and you savoured the breeze as it fluttered your dress. Everyone was still inside, but you needed a breather.

You could see the lights shinning brightly from here, where you were on the pool deck. Because of course he had a pool. He also had a tennis court, a golf course, and an indoor pool. No surprises there.

You heard the sliding glass door open and shut, Peter emerging with glasses of water in hand. “I figured you’d want this.” he said, walking over to you with a grin, and a fluster on his cheeks.

“Thank you so much.” you sighed, the water trickling down your hand as you grabbed the ice cold glass, taking a long chug. It cleared your head as it slithered down your throat, relieving your thirst.

“So, is it okay?”

“Is what okay?”

“Here. This. Me.”

You stared at him, cocking your head in interest, attempting to study him. “It’s more than okay. It’s wonderful. You’re wonderful.”

“You think so?” he asked, a glimmer in his eyes as he stepped closer to you, your chests practically touching as he grabbed your empty glass, setting it down beside you.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slid up, cupping your cheek- thumb brushing your skin making you shiver. Your nipples hardened under his touch- or the chill, you didn’t know.

All you knew was that his eyes were burning holes into yours with the utmost lust you thought you’d simply combust.

“Is it okay if I touch you here doll?”

You nodded.

“What do you want Y/N? Do you want this?” he asked, voice practically begging. The music from the party thudded off the windows, lyrics slipping through the cracks under the doors to echo into your ears.

I sing the national anthem while I am standing over your body hold you like a python, and you can’t keep your hands off me or your pants on, see whatcha done to me, King of Chevron…

“I want this. I want it all.” you murmured, leaning into his touch.

“Can you swim?” he whispered, inching closer and closer to your lips.

Wait- what?

“Ye-” you let out a scream as you felt the world tilt under your feet, tumbling backwards into the hands of a strong man holding your waist. A splash erupted, the world turning a murky dark blue as the music muffled. The water was surprisingly warm as you gasped for air, frantically reaching out for Peter to hold.

He was even warmer than the water despite the cool air, and he laughed as you clung to him, wrapping your legs around his torso, dress hunched up as it stuck to your body like a second skin.

You became very much aware of how his shirt did the same, except it was white, and you could see the perfect outline of his abs and his arm tats.

“Peter what the fuck?!” you shrieked, cut off as his lips crashed to yours, engulfing you with heat and a tenderness you’ve never felt before.

His lips were like pillows as they caressed yours, hands squeezing your thighs, your ass, your waist as he tugged you closer and closer, until your breaths had merged and you had practically become one.

Hands flew up to his hair, tugging on the wet strands as he begged for more, and more- teeth clashing, tongues begging for entrance before they slipped in.

You couldn’t help but moan, breathing harder as his squeezed your ass hard enough to bruise, unleashing whatever restraint he had been holding. You moaned again and he had to pull away, resting his forehead against yours, breathing hard as he watched your mascara smudge and trickle down your cheeks.

“Y/N fuck- if you keep moaning like that… I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” you asked innocently, shivering.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman and not go past this, but if you keep doing that I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” he murmured, bringing a hand up to stroke a stray strand of water from your cheek, kissing each one.

“That’s okay.” you smiled, grinding your hips against his, rubbing against him as he moaned.

“Jesus christ baby. Fuck.”

You giggled, feeling his very prominent bulge through his pants. You grabbed his chin, lips melting against his once more, just to get a taste of him. You were addicted- heart thudding in your chest, blood turning to molten lava in your veins.

It was like his lips were coated in honey, so sweet you practically licked them. “You’re just so sweet.” you sighed into his lips, kissing him harder. It wasn’t long before you were interrupted, the sound of a sliding glass door opening.

“You guys almost done out here?” Bucky called out, Peter's head whipping to him in annoyance.

“ What do you want?!” he called out, exasperated. “Steve and I wanna swim. Unless you guys want us to join you, I’m sure there wouldn’t be too many complaints on this end.” Bucky smirked, winking at you.

What a goddamn flirt. You couldn’t help but smile back, even if he had just interrupted the best experience of your entire life.

“We’ll be out in a minute Bucky- calm down.”

“No need!” a voice called from the house, to which Steve ran and cannonballed into the pool, splashing you.

Peter sighed, leaning his forehead back against yours. “I am so sorry about them. This is not as romantic as I had hoped in the slightest.”

“What are you talking about? This is totally romantic. The drenched rat look I’m wearing is what the movies had envisioned.”

He laughed, kissing your forehead with a quick peck, before Bucky jumped in right after. “The most beautiful drenched rat I’ve ever seen. I promise you, we’ll have time for this again.”

“Many times?” you asked flirtatiously, and he nodded.

”Many times.”

“Good. Now, I suppose we should all play mermaids now. What powers do you wanna have?”

[nights-legacy]

Hi, so rn I'm in absolute pain, my legs absolutely tort me up from mosquitoe bites like there, the sizes of welts, as if someone had burned me and it's absolute hell. SO I was wondering how Aizawa and Hawks would take care of an S/O and how they would react seeing their legs full of golf ball sized inflammation. Would they try to kill someone thinking that their dear s/o was hurt? And what type of remedies would they try once they found out the nature of them? Also, would they tease them about being a magnet for blood suckers?

I hate mosquito bites! I've got some right now, too, and they're driving me bonkers. I hope you like this and here's a link to where I found mosquito bite remedies-- Remedies

Remedies for Pesky Bites - Aizawa & Hawks

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

1612 words

+ You get bitten badly by mosquitoes, and your man has a couple of remedies up his sleeve to help.

Aizawa

I groaned as the burning, iching. sensation in my legs grew worse. I fought hard to not scratch at the welts lining my legs. I had gone to help my parents at their countryside home. It was a nice, hot summer day and the bugs were out in drones. I didn't even notice the mosquito bites until I was on the train home.

"Dammit." I exclaimed as a couple bites won and I scratched at them. I had to rip my hands away and get up from the bed. I had already taken a shower and it helped for a little bit. I went to the bathroom to grab some anti-itch Ointment. I hopped up on the counter and examined my legs.

The welts on my legs were huge. Ranging from tiny bites to golf ball size welts. I noticed there was some blood and blood rash from the scratching.

"Great..." I rubbed in the ointment, careful not to cause more irritation. All I wanted was to go to bed and be held by Shota. Unforchunately, he wasn't home. He had let me know that he would be out late due to a stake out bust of a gang.

I sighed before hopping down and walking back to the bed. I stood there for a minute, wondering if it was worth it to get under the blanket. I decided against it and laid on my stomach lounging on my pillow. I distracted myself with my phone until it was too hard to fight sleep.

"Babe... darling, Wake up." I groaned as I woke to someone shaking my shoulder.

"Nooo..." I whined, gripping my pillow tighter and curling up.

"I know, I know. Sleep is wonderful but I need to talk to you." His voice was urgent and I shot up in near panic. I found him sitting to my left.

"What's wrong? Did something happen on the bust?" I began to look him over.

"No, no. It went fine. But what happened to you? It looks like you were attacked. Who did this to you?" He looked down at my legs and began to trace his fingers around the welts.

"Ah! No, no." I pulled my legs away. His eyes widened in worry. "No one did this to me. It's all mosquito bites. I went to my parents remember?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I helped my dad outside for most of the day. I got bitten a lot and I didn't notice until the train ride home." I saw him visibly relax and he dropped his head. I sat there

"Thank god. I thought you were attacked Or something."

"Nope. Well, yes by bugs." We laughed. I sighed before reaching down towards my legs.

"Nope. No scratching." He grabbed my hands.

"But it's so irritating evel the ointment isn't working well." He hummed before getting up and pulling off his capture weapon and jacket.

"I think I know just the thing." He walked towards the door. "No scratching."

"Okay." I giggled. I heard him moving around in the kitchen before coming back in with some wet towels.

"For now, We'll put these on. I've got something else prepping in the kitchen." He wrapped the towels around my calves. and I jumped at the cold sensation. It instantly gave me some relief. I sat there patiently for about half an hour, and he came back in with a bowl.

"What is that?"

"Chamomile."

"Tea?" I was surprised. He nodded with a chuckle.

"Trust me." He gave me a smirk. He pulled out a large, thin cheese cloth bag full of damp tea. He pulled off the rag and gently placed it on my bites. He did the same to the others. "Now we leave it on for ten minutes. Sit still and let it work while I go take a shower."

"Okay." He got up and began to strip his clothes. Before he went to the bedroom and stopped him. "Can I have my book?"

"Which one?" I pointed to the (color) book. (You choose the book! Lol) he handed it to me and went. He was done and back within the 10 minutes.

"Now let's see..." He took the wrappings off slowly.

"I never pegged you for a home remedy guy." I said while tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, Love." He set the bags in the bowl again before wiping the skin off. "There we go. Not even that red anymore."

"Wow." I ran my hand over the welts and was surprised to feel no irritation from my touch. "How?"

"It is a natural anti-inflammatory and anti-itch." He said, standing up. "We'll do another treatment in the morning."

"Thank you." I stood and gave him a kiss.

"No problem. I suggest you put on those soft, cuffed sleep pants for the night." He said while leaving the room.

"Ooo, good idea."

Hawks

"Come on, pick up Keigo." I muttered into the phone. I have been trying to call him for about 10 minutes. He has yet to pick up obviously. "Damn." I groaned as the call went to voicemail again.

I was trying to get a hold of him to pick up some anti-itch stuff. We were out and I had an ungodly amount of mosquito bites on my legs. I had accompanied my sister to the farmers market and I apparently attracted all the bugs in the place. Large, angry, itchy welts were left behind.

"This sucks." I was sitting at the table with no pants on so there was no rubbing. I was wearing one of Keigo's shirts and it stopped about mid thigh. The bites were burning so bad that I was nearly in tears. I jumped when the balcony doors opened.

"I'm home, lovebird." Keigo yelled. He quickly found me at the table and gave me a big smile.

"I've been trying to call you." I whined.

"Aww. I'm sorry, Babe. I lost my phone earlier." He pulled off his jacket and kicked off his boots. He walked closer to me. "What did you need?"

"Too late now." I said getting up. He paused when it got closer.

"What's wrong?" I saw him examine me and his eyes widened. Rushing over, he knelt before me. "What happened?"

"Careful. They're bites." Taking a step back.

"Bites?" He asked frantically. I saw him looking at the large welts With worry. Some were scuffed from scratching while others had some blood rash.

"Bug bites." I clarified. He gave a heavy sigh of relief and his wings sagged to the floor. He muttered some words of relief before looking up at me.

"What happened?" He stood up.

"I went to a farmers market today and I think I attracted all the mosquitoes. They hurt and itch Keigo. So bad." I grabbed onto his shirt, sniffling and set my head on his chest.

"Why didn't you put anything on them?"

"That's Why I was calling you. We're out of anti-itch stuff." I set my chin on his chest and looked up at him. He hummed and rubbed his hands up and down my arms.

"Come on." He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to the kitchen. He softly lifted me up and set me on the counter next to the stove. He moved through the kitchen looking at different things.

"Keigo?"

"Bear with me, Love bird." He found my bag of herbs and spices I got today. He sifted through it before pulling out the thyme. I was confused but didn't say anything. He pulled out a pot and filled it with water. He put it on to boil before taking the thyme sprigs and broke them into single strands.

He dropped the springs into the water as it came to a boil. He wrapped a wing around my legs and I could feel the heat begin to rise under the feathers, giving me some temporary relief. I stayed silent as he worked until after letting it cool, dipped a couple of rags in the thyme water.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thyme is an antibacterial plant that can reduce irritation in the skin." He explained. I was dumbfounded.

"And how do you know that?" I asked. He chuckled as he wrapped the rags around my legs.

"I grew up having to fend for myself and not have any helpful amenities." He used a bag clip to hold the rags on.

"Oh, right."

"It's alright." He cupped my face and gave me a kiss. I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. This was the perfect distraction. He pulled away after a few minutes. "Feeling any better?"

"Yes actually." I noticed that the burning was gone and the urge to itch was almost gone. I looked at my legs astonished.

"Thyme? Really?"

"Yes!" He laughed, wings flapping in amusement. He removed the rags and examined the bites. "They look better."

"Amazing." I hopped down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my fingers through his feathers. Shivers went up his spine. "Thank you, Pretty boy."

"It's my pleasure, My Love." He nuzzled his nose against mine.

"You know..." I trailed off. "You now owe me some more Thyme. Especially if you want some fried chicken."

"Haha! Of course!" He said. I smiled before stepping back. "You know..." I heard the teasing tone in his voice. "I really hope there are no vampires nearby because you seem to be a blood suckers buffet."

"Keigo Takami!" I scolded him while laughing. I grabbed a dry dish towel and threw it at him. He dodged and took off for the bedroom. "Get back here!"

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[quickdeaths]

@more-than-a-princess

In the days following the hospital incident with Togami, Shinobu had been deeply sure that Sonia Nevermind would want little more to do with her. It had been been their own selfish, short-sighted actions that had led to her stay on Jabberwock Island, for however long that would be, becoming less pleasant and more difficult, after all. And yet, despite that regrettable day, things had settled into a kind of routine. In the mornings, Shinobu made tea for Sonia and Miss Tsumiki, and spent some time in Sonia's room. In the afternoons, she worked as usual, assisting where she could, and in the evenings, she worked on cleaning and fixing up Sonia's cabin.

There were worse routines, and even after Sonia had been discharged, there was a sense of rhythm and structure to her day that hadn't always been there. That Sonia didn't find her presence loathsome was a welcome surprise, and one that Shinobu hoped not to take for granted. At the same time, it seemed Future Foundation had tried to forget Sonia, given how she'd be leaving on an accelerated timeline, and her classmates were often busy or working their own traumas out. Shinobu knew, intimately, that she was not the person who Sonia Nevermind most wished to spend time with, of course. If there was any comfort, peace, or companionship to be offered, though, she'd endeavor to offer it.

She imagined that the sun was close to setting, if it hadn't already, though the oppressive grey of the sky filled with dark, ominous clouds made it hard to tell. The weather had been awful - by the standards of people who judged rain as 'awful' - all day, and seemed to show no signs of letting up. It was a rarity, apparently, on an island like this, so out of the way of the typical storm paths, and yet even the walk to Sonia's cabin some hours earlier had been accompanied by cool, stinging rain, howling winds, and the distant, angry rumblings of thunder.

Her blazer hung over the shower curtain beside a towel that she'd used to dry off, while the patter of rain against the windows had only intensified since she'd come inside. Were they sensible, Shinobu would have moved to leave some while ago, but their blazer hadn't dried, and they'd yet to finish their tea, and they imagined that the golf cart drove poorly in wet sand, and thus Sonia likely hadn't left the house, and so perhaps she was lonely, and a host of other reasons compelled her to recalculate her schedule to allow for only a few minutes more, again and again.

"Mm," Shinobu murmured to herself, taking her blazer and inspecting it as though it would stay dry for even a moment outside. "Well that's good, at least." Holding it beneath her arm, she looked to Sonia, seated on her bed, crutches laid against the wall. "I enjoyed our evening, so I regret cutting it short, Miss Nevermind, but it doesn't appear as though the storm is going to end anytime soon. It's for the best that I leave for my lodgings now, rather than face the possibility that it might get worse." Indeed, with her diminished constitution, too much time in the cold would fare poorly for her health regardless, but if the wind picked up any further, it might be enough to topple her over.

Not that she intended, of course, to leave Sonia empty-handed. "Some of the engineers gave me their assurances about the island's generators, so hopefully there won't be any loss of power even on this side of the island." With a gentle hand, they gestured to the backpack they'd brought, laid near Sonia's bed for easy access without needing to stand. "If any lights go out, though, there are extra light bulbs, as well as a flashlight and spare batteries if the worst does come to pass."

Truthfully, she would like to impose upon Sonia a little while longer, but that wasn't her place, and Anzu would likely shatter her eardrums if she did. Thunder boomed outside, prompting from the archer a hum as she thought. Yes, she'd already stayed far too long, and would pay for it one way or another. Sonia would be quite alright, she thought, red eyes giving one last glance across the cabin's interior. There were books upon her nightstand from the previous day's trip to the library, and a stack of DVDs beside the widescreen television standing atop a table across from the bed. It didn't compare, they imagined, to the nicer one that had been sent over for her, but surely even the more-modest installations from the Future Foundation hotel were better than nothing.

Yes, Sonia would be fine, so there was no reason to demand more of her time when they're already been lucky enough to receive any of it. "There are snacks in the bag as well, should you get hungry. Nothing that requires any amount of cooking or preparation, since I imagined you'd not want to be on your feet." Or, potentially burn the cabin down, though Shinobu kept quiet about Sonia's kitchen inadequacies, unsure of if that was something she was supposed not to know. "And there's a first aid kit, as well." A number of things, really, perhaps too many.

The sound of rain crashing against glass had only gotten louder in the time she'd spoke. This truly was a wretched storm. "Hopefully you should have no need of my bag, but it's there in the event you require it." Working in the cabin while Sonia had been in the hospital had exacerbated the chipping of the black polish that Sonia applied for her - the point at which Shinobu had decided to take it off - but her hands looked so bare now, she noticed, as she picked up her small bag of tools and personal effects. She must have become used to them, even in such a short time. "Before I go, though, Miss Nevermind," she said, turning to look at Sonia as she lingered by the door, "is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?"

[footballerimaginess]

Faking It

Chapter Three 

credit to @goalkepa for the gif!  Word Count: 994  Previous chapter here  After being dropped off at home, you chucked your suitcase on the floor. Flopping straight on the sofa where you needed to relax.  You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.  It was from a number you didn’t recognise, you answered it anyway as it could be someone important. 

“Hello?” you hesitated as you spoke on the phone.  “Hey, it’s Mason. I got your number from my agent. I hope that’s okay, I know we didn’t get off to the best of starts. But I was wondering, if you wanted to meet up. Like a date?” he asked you.  “Hi, yeah that sounds cool. Text me the details or whenever you are free. Speak soon” you mumbled as you tried to stop yourself from yawning.  “Will do, see you soon” you smiled as you put the phone down.  As soon as you ended the call you felt your eyes slowly drift off to sleep and that was where you slept all night until you woke up the very next morning.  Waking up with your mascara down your face and still in the same clothes as the night before.  “Shit” you mumbled as you picked yourself up and jumped in the shower.  As you come out of the shower with your hair in a towel as you freshly washed it, another towel wrapped around your body as you sat on the bed as you read the text message from Mason.  Sending you details for your date later on this evening.  “Fuck sake” you mumbled as you saw the time, realising that you only had a few hours to get ready and make yourself look somewhat presentable.  You rushed to go and get changed and did your makeup.  Looking in the mirror and finding a casual outfit, you weren’t too sure where you were going or what the vibe was going to be like. Throwing outfits on the bed in hope you were getting some outfit inspiration.  You heard your phone buzz again while it was on the side charging.  “Who now?” you moaned as you rushed to see who it was.  “Hi, sorry to bother you. But I thought that we could just have a fun date, I will pick you up from yours or shall we meet somewhere else?” Mason asked you.  “Hi, that sounds like a good idea. You can pick me up if that’s okay? I will message you where my apartment block is ”you replied.  “Okay, see you soon” he smiled as you put the phone down while you got ready. 

You slightly curled your hair slightly before heading downstairs to wait outside the apartment.  As you watched the car pulling up near you.  “Hi” you smiled as you opened the door as you sat down in the car. “Hello, I love that outfit” you smiled as you blushed. “Aww thank you” you replied.  Mason drove to your date destination.  “So we are going to play mini golf ”he smiled as he pulled up to the parking space.  “Oh that is cool, I haven’t played this for years” you laughed.  “So game on, huh?” Mason smirked as he passed the golf club and ball.  “Game on” you laughed as you had your first go.  You putted the ball in only 2 go’s, much to Mason’s annoyance as he hoped you were going to be a lot worse than that.  “Why the face? Is somebody annoyed that I was pretty good ”you teased.  “Face? what face? Don’t be so cocky after your only first go” Mason moaned as he took his go.  “A hole in one” the smug look appeared on Mason’s face as you rolled your eyes.  “Nobody like’s an arrogant prick Mase” you smirked.  “Mm, judging by that smile appearing on ya face. I imagine you very much like an arrogant prick vibe” he walked over as he leaned in and tried to kiss you on the lips as you swerved away from him.  “You gotta have a lot of work to do before I even think about kissing you Mr Mount” you winked as you span around avoiding his grip.  “Oh do I now? Hmm guess I will have to work on it” he laughed as he mocked you.  “Shall we finish this game up and maybe head for a drink?” he asked as he putted the ball in one hole yet again.  “I like that, yes” you smiled as Mason counted up his tally on the scorecard.  “Looks like I am the winner here” Mason smugly announced.  “Suppose” you grunted as you handed him your golf club and ball.  “I enjoyed that ”Mason smugly replied.  “Of course you did, because you won” you giggled as you walked out of mini golf.  “So want to head in here? grab a bite to eat too” he suggested as you nodded in agreement.  The bar was quiet and that was good, you were slightly nervous about being in a public place.  “This okay?” he asked as you sat down on the stool.  You glanced through the menu, having a slightly weird nervous feeling in your tummy settling in.  “You okay?” Mason asked, noticing you hadn’t spoken since you walked in the bar.  “I am just a bit nervous” you muttered as Mason had a puzzled expression appear on his face.  “Nervous? why?” he asked, not really understanding your feelings.  “This, us. The whole thing, I just feel a bit nervous. I need to go Mase, before someone sees us. I need to go” you quickly got off of your stool and ran out of the bar, hoping nobody saw the two of you together.  Letting your emotions get the better of you, you couldn’t handle being out in public with him. Being at golf was perfect as it felt like just you, but being in an environment with people around who would recognise Mason absolutely petrified you.  Was this scenario going to work out? Was your mind going to let you? Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @penguintransporter @footballxixstars @football-and-fanfics​ @odegaardsblues​  Faking It tags - @shannon-jade-99 @unicornblueberry @laurasstufff1 @sessgjarg @noytroy​​ let me know if you wish to be tagged in future chapters & feedback is very welcome! 

[teacupcollector]

Salvation (A Last of Us What If)

The Last of Us Masterlist

A/N: This is really dark and graphic, but I honestly believe Joel would be this brutal or even more so. A/N: Maybe I will make this an X Reader series?

Summary: What if it was Ellie that died instead of Joel? What lengths would he go to insure that Abby's death was as painful as possible? What if this was his last straw?

Joel remembers everything from that day. The pain filled grunts and whimpers. The way she called out his name. All he could do is lay there and bleed out as the golf club was turned on Ellie. He will regret that day for the rest of his life. If only he didn't called for her in his near dying moments he would be dead and not her. Another daughter he couldn't protect, right when they were making progress. On the road to forgiveness and he had that stripped away from him. He couldn't even gather the strength to hold her when she died. Her beautiful freckled face was now unrecognizable. Caved in by the golf club. He will not forget the words Abby said to him. "Now you know my pain and will have to live with it." She said that as she spit down on his face. The feeling of saliva stinging the open wounds along his cracked skull. He opens his eyes to the sound of someone grunting and he knows exactly who it is. He sits up from his slouched position in the corner of the room. The blue water from the raging ocean on the other side of the glass makes the room flood with a deep navy color. Lightning flashing through the water in flashes of white. He approaches her. Abby. He found Abby and all her friends. They were all kept in separate rooms. Key word: Were Joel picks up a jug of water before pouring it on the towel that lays on the bound woman's face. He stares down at her sputtering form as she thrashes against the chair. Her choked sobs echo through out the room. He continues to pour until the jug is almost empty. He then just sits and watch. He takes the time to look at the rest of her and his handy work. He looks at the golf club beside her chair. He legs that were twisted in directions which were other worldy. her arms were swollen and purple. some of her fingers nearly black with gangrene. Her abdomen a bright red turning purple with what he could assume to be internal bleeding. Her thrashing slows and her choking are slowly coming to a stop. Joel walks up to her and rips the towel off her head and she gasps for air. One of her eyes are swollen shut. Cloth wrapped around her head and against her ear where one is missing. Her lips are split and cheeks punctured from where his fist and her teeth connected. Her face looked like it was melting from the inside due to what he could assume were broken bones inside her face. Her lower jaw is crooked. Teeth strewed the floor. "Hey, Hey! No passing out on me. We ain't done..." He says.

He only gets panicked moans from her as he walks behind her. He tips the chair backwards causing her to jump and let out a groan.

"You know?" He says as he begins to drag the chair into the next room. "I did some readin' while I was here." He says as he walks out of one room and into another.

He can hear her breath pick up pace as he draws out his dialogue.

"You know what I learned?" He pauses for a moment. "I learned that there was a library near by."

Joel paces her chair in tow as he enters another room. The first thing that hit her was the smell and the sound of flies littering the room. That is when he turned her around. She cried out in terror. Owen, Mel, Nora, and Emanuel. Their head displayed on pikes, but when you look closer Abby sees that they are actually golf clubs. However their bodies lay below it. Their eyes were replaced with their their WLF Pendants. Golf balls were placed in their mouth as if they were a pig ready to be eaten on thanksgiving. Mel's Shirt was pulled up to revealed her pregnant stomach. Abby let out even more unintelligible cries at the sight. Toward the middle of the room were two wooden posts with a blade seated in the grain at the top. He pulls her closer to said posts and begin to untie her arms and legs from the chair. He then dumps her out of it. She falls down with a grunt.

"Want to know what I found in there?" He asks as she attempts to crawl away.

He steps on her back and keeps her pinned down.

"Norse Mythology. I was interested in Mythology in high school... Didn't think I need to remember that shit, but you know what else I found interesting in this little book?" He asks as he throws down the book that he was reading.

Joel grabs her by her arms and drags her toward the posts. He takes her left hand and raises it up above the blade before bringing it down in one motion. She cries out in pain as the blade pierces her hand and proceeds to go straight through it.

"Viking Traditions... You know. Like marriage, like how Ellie or my Sarah could have been married...You took that away from me..."

Joel Grabs a rope that was hanging there and ties it around her wrist. He moves to the other hand and repeats the same action.

"... But that's not what I am interested in..." He says as her walks around to the front.

Joel walks past the severed heads and to a hatchet leaning against the wall. He walks back toward her and squats down to eye level.

"... You say I was gonna understand your pain... That I'm gonna have to live with it... You ain't gonna win. You ain't gonna live for much longer. I will make it as painful as it has to be to get my message across." He says as he picks up the book and begins flipping through pages.

"You should be excited... Yer goin' out like royalty." He says as he places the book in front of her and walks around her to her back side.

"Ye ever heard of "Blood Eagalin'" He pauses for a "response" but only gets back panicked grunts.

"It is a form of execution performed on royalty in Norse countries... Want to know why they call it a "Blood Eagle?" " He pauses for a response.

"It's 'cause..." He grunts as he rips the back of her shirt open exposing her back to him.

"...They pry you open from behind. Rip your ribs from your spine. but that ain't even the worst part." He almost chuckles, but he knows that if he were to break his stoic composure he may succumb to madness.

"They take your lungs from your back and place 'em on yer shoulders... 'pose to look like an eagle." He says as he walks around to her front again and squats down.

"They say that if ye don't make a sound you get to go to Valhalla... And maybe you will go... Maybe your friends will go... just MAYBE you will find salvation, but you need to know this." He says as he grabs her jaw forcing her to look him in the eye.

"I will follow you every step of the way. Your salvation means nothing. There is no salvation for what you did..." He digs his fingers in causing her to whine.

"I will make sure that the life you have left... And the lives that you may or may not live afterwards will be Hell... Utter. Torture." He shoves her face away and walks around to her back.

Joel lifts the hatchet. "You asked for this the moment you set eyes on my daughter... And you are going to feel what she felt in her dying moments..."

"The struggle to breath... Helplessness... You should pray and hope that you clock out by the time I cut you open... Cause this will be long... And painful... And everything you deserve." Joel says as he takes his first swipe.

When Joel comes back to Jackson he is a new man. A changed man. A man who has lost everything dear to him. He is a force to be reckoned with. A dangerous and unstoppable force. A darkness has set inside of him that continues to grow. Which ultimately led him to leaving Jackson. Finding himself on a ranch far away from others. His brother visits on occasion but he doesn't stay long. No one ever does...

[mygainyear2024]

Day 29 I'm going on a flamingo hunt, I'm gonna catch a big one!

Today's plan was slightly altered as Rosie woke up feeling unwell, potentially an issue of being too cold at Sagres yesterday and/or a continuing battle to get sleep because of all the partying at Praia da Rocha. I am so relieved Eva (Upwork) found me a place in the middle of Praia da Rocha, Portimão Marina and Portimão, and it's quiet.

After some quick research about what might be my options I headed off to see if I'd feel safe on my own on the Ludo Trail at Rio Formosa Natural Park, Faro. I was going to go via Igreja de São de Matos (a church with amazing tiles, apparently) however after I thought I was about to have a misstep with google maps I pulled over to get directions to my second stop instead, feeling the need to breathe over a decent latte, The Showroom Coffeehouse. And that's what it was, a little coffee shop inside a very plush kitchen showroom. The bathroom even had proper towels to dry your hands and Molten Brown soap and hand cream! I add this as mostIy the public toilets are pretty horrid! I didn't really care where I was, the coffee was great and so was the homemade cinnamon scroll, at Australia prices.

Ok, ditch the church and head to the natural park, but google maps (avoid tolls) took me on the same route that I was uncertain about. I considered that google may have got it right as parts of the major toll road might not attract tolls (but this wasn't the case, and the problem was I hadn't asked for the toll tag to be turned on, now I'm incurring a fine, damn it).

After missing the location for the Trail, finding it, peeing in the bushes, noticing others were on the trail, I more confidently headed off. Eyes peeled for a flamingo. There were loads of crabs, a few guys shellfishing, birds (big and little), but no damn flamingos. Early on I asked a young British couple if they had seen flamingos (they only wandered if there might be flamingos, but they said they hadn't seen any, but plenty of storks). At the end I asked two older dudes with big cameras if they'd seen any flamingos and there answer was the same.

Despite my disappointment it was a pleasant and unusual 90+ minute walk. The natural park is surrounded by beaches, golf courses and under the Faro Airport flight path! If I was not alone I would have taken another track I saw, but it was deserted.

At this point I'm getting quite hungry and I google what might be opened on a Monday after 2pm. I head to Esther's recommended Rei do Churrasco in Quarteira for grilled food with high expectations. Finding out the fish wasn't fresh I ordered the 1/2 chicken and chips!! Yes, you read correctly. It was ok, could have been better with a Super Boch beer, but by this time I was quite over driving (my shoulder and hips were giving me grief). Everyone here loves the churrasqueira.

I then headed to Boliqueime (another recommendation of Esther's, a quaint village) and despite putting exactly that into google maps twice, I ended up first time in the middle of nowhere and second time up some hill near houses! I stumbled across a church, but the remainder of the village seemed pretty quiet (it was siesta time after all). I then decided to head back via petrol to return the car and breathe a little easier for the next few days until I collect another car!

On the trail I was thinking about whether in hindsight I would change where I had stayed, or for how long. I may miss Old Town Faro (I saw bits of the waterfront when I ended up there on the train by mistake), and I'll definitely miss Tavira, further towards the Spanish border (which I hadn't heard about prior, but from what I've read it seems like a great place to visit).

[ladyscroogeblr]

More on the traitor

Trump started the January 6/2021 insurrection. There is a lot to say about it but I'll brief. Trump wanted to stay in power. He wanted to be a dictator. His followers did his biddening and a lot of them are paying for it which they should! Hope Trump gets the book thrown at him when and if he ever goes to trial for it! Truly the worst thing he did as president. Some of his lawyers and followesr still call him President! He isn't and should not be! I don't even want to refer to him as A former president! He cheated on all his wives. Melonia, I believe, married him for money. She hated being the First Lady and purposly did a horrible job at it! Doesn't live in the same house as Trump. She is rarely seen with him! Melonia hates him! Loves their son Barron and she will do everything she can to make sure Baron is not screwed over by Trump! Trump is a cult leader of his followers and supporters! I have family members who adore Trump! It makes me sick! Trump tried to flush documents down White House toilets! He says he is 6 ' 3 and weighs only 215! He's more like 315! He is a slob! Cheats at gokf, every time he p!ays! Tried to cheat as golf the time he played Tiger Woods! Tiger caught him! Created space force and I have no idea what they do or if this is a real thing ! Rarely wire A mask during the pandemic. Hated wearing be mask because bit messed up his orange make up! Said he would get rid of Obama care! It never happened and he said his plan would be bigger and better! I'm still waiting! Wears adult diapers. Can't control his bowels because if his drug use in the 1980s! There is videos of the stinky guy farting and you can see people like Mike Pence, have that face of someone smelling A fart! With the border, Trump said he built A whole wall and nobody could get through or over it in truth Trump built only 50 miles of the wall and most of it was replacing old parts of the wall. Trump had used cheap martial. Less then a year the wall was falling apart ! In some parts the walk was rotting away! Some spots were cut through, multiple tines, even after being fixed! The material was cheap and a person could buy cheap tools to get through the fence! Oh brother! Trumpnhad more illegal immigrants cross the border then any modern president in history! Same with drugs! Trump has no idea that drugs come from all over the world! Not all gets in the country! Thanks to border patrol and drug agents at airports. For example! Not all drugs come from Mexico! Same with illegal immigrants! There are some who try to get in the States, by trying to use illegal papers! Those people are sent back to their country, right away! Agents go through so much stuff and do find lots of illegal drugs! Don't forget, there are a lot of people who make illegal drugs in drug houses! Trump banned Muslims from entering the United States! He doesn't believe in global warming! He told California people to rake their forests, after he refused to send money to California after terrible fires! Went to Puerto Rico after a hurricane and threw people paper towels! Puerto Rico suffered badly after a hurricane and suffered more because Trump refuse to send them aid money! He took a sharper to a map directing a hurricane towards Alabama when it wasn't going that way! Scaring the crap out of Alabama residents! Trump loved to say when a hurricane was going to happen, he would be the wetest Hurricane we'd ever seen! Said he never heard the word caravan until one was heading to the States from Central and Southern America! Then he said their was criminals and terrorists in the middle of the caravan! Totaly untrue! Said he would never have a company leave the USA to go to another country! Bull! Said that companies were coming back to the USA after he did the Chinese tariff deal! Not! Hates wind bines because a wind farm was built near one of his golf courses and lowered the property value! Unbelievable! It makes me sick knowing, there are people can't take off the blinders to see the truth will vote for Trump for President! For me it's Biden all the way!

[shop-korea]

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[moonythemutant]

Family Matters: episode one

It was a rainy November night, at Marwood manor it was a silent inside the home. The only noise coming from Tobias Marwood’s study where the stubborn old bastard sat in his black leather chair.

Watching out the window as the raindrops hit the glass, the old man took a deep breath remembering the smell of rain from memory as he swirls around a glass of well aged bourbon.

As he hummed along to the music playing, he even sang some of the lyrics at random points during the song. “I could never belong to anyone sweeter than you, with you to stand beside me I'll never be alone.”

Mentally dedicating the song to his dear wife Anastasia as he glances at her picture on his desk. As the music slowly begins to fade in the background, with one glup he chugs down the rest of his bourbon.

Setting his glass on the oak desk as his office door also opens a person in all black slowly creeps into the room trying to go unnoticed by the aging man.

Tobias staightens his posture as he has his eyes closed taking a deep breath as a small amused smile stretches on to his face as he opened his eyes keeping them on the window.

“I was wondering when you were gonna grow the balls to come here.”

He slowly places his wife picture face down against the desk as if to shield her from seeing what is coming next. The person approaches Tobias in a fierce pace whipping the chair around to face them. Now being face-to-face with each other, Tobias scouffs looking at the mysterious person.

“Oh please you don’t have the courage to show your face to me now after all you whining and crying showing me how much of a disgr–..”

A pained groan left Tobias’s mouth as he glanced down at the knife in his abdomen. He brings his gaze back to his killer's supposed line of sight

“If you think I’m going to beg for my life and yield to give you what you want then you're wrong.”

The old man spits a mouth full of blood in the masked individual's face. In anger the person throws Tobias out of chair to the ground, the individual grabs one of Tobias’s prized golf clubs and with all their might they start beating the old man to death.

For what seemed like hours the masked person finally stops breathing heavily they looked around at all the blood splattered around the room. The person takes one finally swing at the body making sure that Tobias was really dead.

They drop the golf club near the body walking out of the office in a calm demeanor as they let out a relaxed breath closing the door behind them with their gloved hand.

The next morning the house keepers arrive at the manor, one of them stays downstairs while the other house keeper travels up the stairs.

She notices that the master bedroom door was open but no one was in their. She shakes her head

“I swear that old man is just wearing his own body out at this point.”

She stops in front of the office door noticing a smudged red liquid on the door knob she wipes it off with a small towel before openig the door.

There she was faced with the horrorfying site of Tobias Marwood’s bloody bludgeoned body on carpet floor. She lets out a blood curdling scream as she bolts away from the room back down to her coworker who ran to meet her at the bottom of the stairs.

“Alice why are yo–”

“He’s dead Debby! Holy fuck someone killed him!”

Debby placed her hands on Alice’s shoulders looking her in the eyes.

“Alice are you sure that it was him? You know the rumors about what that crazy old bastard has done.”

Alice brushes off Debby’s hands looking at her in disbelief

“Yes i’m fucking sure our boss is dead in his office!”

Debby nods grabbing her phone from her pocket as she opens her phone Alice grabs her hand.

“What are you doing?!”

“Calling the police duh.”

“What if the killer is still here?!”

Debby shakes her head at the dramatic brunette.

“If they were we would be dead by loud because of your loud fucking screaming.”

Debby pulls her hand away continuing to dial 911 putting the phone up to her ear.

“Hello we need officers here immediately, someone killed our boss."

[sweetspotgolf]

Another week and another Sweet Spot blog!

Before I get into my next post, I feel that I did not provide you all with enough footage of the courses I ranked in my first post. Therefore, I have included an additional picture and video of those sensational golf wonderlands.

- Hualalai Golf Course, Kailua-Kona, Hawaii, Hole 16 Par 4 2nd shot

- J.W. Marriott Golf Resort, Palm Springs, Par 3 (forgot what hole exactly, there may have been adult beverages consumed during this round)

Blog Topics - Topgolf potential in San Diego and What I have in my Golf bag + what should be in everyone’s bag.

Topgolf coming to San Diego?

Good news San Diego golf lovers and those who want to enjoy the perks of a bowling alley, yet instead, it’s a golf range! Topgolf, the Callaway Golf owned brand, is nearing the horizon for construction at East Harbor Island in the port of SD. According to Fox 5 San Diego news article, there have been “exclusive negotiations with the Port of San Diego in a bid to bring its high-tech driving range to East Harbor Island.”

The range would include a 68,000-square-foot building, 102 hitting bays, and a full restaurant and bar.

With San Diego already being such an attractive vacation city, Topgolf will only add to its glory. Not only will it be a place to strengthen your game, but a place where your whole family and friends can go to have a great time.

Nothing is confirmed just yet, but there seems to be a very good chance for the near future!

What’s in my Golf bag?

In this portion, I’m going to highlight the clubs I currently play with and the accessories I have in my bag that should also be in everyone’s bag.

My clubs:

Driver - 9.5 degree Callaway Diablo Octane

3 wood - Taylormade R11

5 wood - Callaway Big Bertha

5 - PW - Callaway Pro XR

52 Degree - Tommy Armour Evo pro spin

54 Degree - Taylormade Z Milled Grind

58 Degree - Callaway Mac Daddy W grind

Putter - Mac Gregor M5K, Bobby Grace Designed with superstroke grip.

I do not have the newest and nicest of clubs, but they get the job done and that’s all I can ask for as a usual once a week player (I would play every day if I had more time). When I feel the time is right, I will first upgrade my driver and then a brand new set of wedges. I also might need to add in a 4 Hybrid in there, considering I don’t have a club that will hit my distance or 215-235ish. Everything else I can live with for the time being.

Always in my bag:

Ball marker, Divot repair tool, club towel, hand towel, spare tees, range finder, 2-3 gloves, and that’s typically it. Simple enough, right? These are items I think everyone should include in there bag. Having the proper tools will allow you to perform at your best and look good while doing it!

Never forget: Everyone is different, find what works best for you and stick with it! Different stokes for different folks.

Let me know in the replies what you all want to see more of!

Harry’s Golf Hack #2: - Have a strong, controlled stance: Before every swing, you should always set yourself up in position of poise and proper posture. If someone were to try and push you from your chest while in this stance, you should barely move. If you have a comfortable yet powerful stance, you will allow yourself to fully activate your hips and complete that fluent golf swing just like your favorite pro!

[jimmydemaret]

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[stuckysdumbbitch]

burns

summary: everything burns intensely.

pairings: a bunch of chris evans characters x little!reader x a bunch of sebastian stan characters

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, bruises, abuse, prostitution, sex trafficking, anal, anal play, specialization, ddlg, dacryphilia, dark content.

Here we go!

love and lost masterlist

Justin groaned to himself as he made his way back to his shared room; ever since you had appeared with your naive little attitude, his daddy had totally forgot about him, even treating him shittier than before.

He wanted to be Robert’s good boy again, the one who he snuggled up at night while praising- well, more like sleeping at his feet while he threatened him to behave, but that at least meant he normally behaved. He wondered if he fucked you like he fucked him, although, to his relief, it didn’t seem like he did.

He didn’t expect his heart to soften when he opened the door, seeing your wailling figure littered in bites and forming bruises. Curled up on the bed, you sobbed in pain.

“Jensen.” he murmured, slightly angered. He recognized the marks; if someone was truly sick it was him. He would sedate the girls he slept with, acting all nice and awkward, and then fuck them brutally. He and his daddy had to take care of a bunch of sore girls more than once, but Jensen had joined the army and tipped well enough for Robert to turn a blind eye to this.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He cooed, and it felt unusual. Robert called you pretty girl, so he though it might give you some comfort. “It’s okey, let me take care of you.”

You slowly faced him, face puffy form crying so much. With every movement he saw your body tense with pain. So he gently positioned you on your back, hissing resounding in his ears. The cum that leaked from your entrance was tinted pink, worryingly dark. He wiped you down gently, then did his best to carry you to the bathroom.

Lavender and mint filled your senses as Justin carefully rubbed some special oil on you, said to remove bruises and increase circulation. For the bite marks, he just expected the cream would also heal it.

Freezy groaned at the image; the steaming bath with you and Justin curled up together cutely, your puppy gently sucking at your nipple. Eyes shut in deep slumber, Freezy winced at the amount of slowly healing wounds on your body. It had been less than three days since you got there.

He wrapped you and Justin in a fluffy towels, rubbing cake scented lotion over your thighs. Your attention seemed to be diverted in shedding tears and toying with Justin’s hands.

“You gotta behave real good with this client, pretty girl.” He murmured, voice gruff. You nodded slightly, hands now reaching out, with a little tremor, to run your fingertips through his beard. He contained a groan when your soft hands set on his jaw, thumbs almost tracing his lips. The air caught off for a second, your expression indecipherable, before you dropped your hands back on the sheets, tossing to pull Justin near you again. He sighted, rubbing the sore bridge of his nose before scurrying to find you something to wear. Ransom hadn’t specified what he wanted you to be.

The room you were in was new; leaf green sheets, dark wallpapers and smooth, oak furniture. It was unusually cold, but you were clad only in lacey white underwear, and the thing white socks that reached your upper thighs did little to soothe your chill. Your carefully pushed your hair out of your face, the makeup Justin had cautiously applied still fresh with the lingering smell of chocolate and vanilla.

You jumped when the door knob twisted open, you couldn’t contain your grin. Mr Freezy was so silly, telling you it was a special visitor when it was obviously Andy bringing you those bonbons he prom-

Your jaw fell slack, your heart stopping in a harsh tug to beat at your chest. In all of his expensive country club and golf watch essence, there he was.

Ransom shut the door, slowly nearing you, lips tugging into a smirk that could only be called evil. You freezes; million of thoughts races to you head, and you couldn’t stop to evaluate one of them.

“I see you have become quite fond of this life style” He inquired, taking into consideration your little outfit.

“Daddy?” you dumbly asked, words rolling off your tongue with no control. And with that, came the tears. Running down your artificially blushed cheeks in angry black splotches, they were heavy as your face contorted into a wail. You fell to your knees, wrapping your arms around his thick thigh. “Please, Daddy, take me with you- I can’t do this anymore, hurts daddy.”

He groans, although there’s a hint of amusement in his hum, before kicking you off his leg, and you watch him in disbelief as he seizes your hair and throws you onto the bed. Hands slither down your body as if you were caught by evil trees, twisting a round you to choke you. The pretty underwear Robert had dressed you in was now scraps and bits. Eyeing the handcuffs on the head of the bed, you shot your elbows backwards to stab against his sweater clad abdomen. You only gained having your head muffled against the pillow as he tied your wrists. His heavy erection rubbed painfully against bare bottom, dress pants pulled down slightly you could feel his obnoxious calvin klein’s. He pulled away, admiring your submissive form. Thighs tucked under your body, smelling like a sweet strawberry cake and lavender, and salty tears running down puffy eyes. Delectable in his eyes.

“You let any nobody fuck this sloppy pussy, anybody with half an hour to kill and some measly dollars, right?” He taunted, hands burning your skin with each stroke. “Could shove anything inside you, and you wouldn’t-well, couldn’t- say anything.”

You whined, feeling his thick fingers pulled your ass cheeks apart to see your tight rosebud. You felt so bare, so disgustingly naked. Dreaming about your first time with Ransom wasn’t like this; you fantasized about him laying you in a rose petal covered bed, kissing your body with his tender lips, touching you ever so softly as if you might break. But no, he was violently trying to shove his fingers into your back door.

Stinging cries and throaty whimpers emerged at the burn tearing through your spine. A lewd spit ricocheted against the walls, the slimy substance tracing down the middle of your ass cheeks as he worked his finger fully inside. You felt as if you might burst.

“Gonna claim this slutty ass, split it open with my fat cock.”

[wizkiddx]

anti-valentine

very late on this and really no excuse apart from poor time management but here's a little blurb... and happy bday ellie, ty for helping me with all the practical  shit and ranting abt school bcos your v funny <3 @multiholland

tomholland x reader 

warnings: just alotta fluff and a clumsy tom - v briefly described burn

If there was anything pointless and overly consumerised day you hated with a passion…. It was valentines. The whole thing was just so stupid, the one day a person would be forced by society to buy the cheapest but still acceptable roses from the nearest 24 hour supermarket - because of course, it’d be last minute. Trawling through the aisles of overpriced candy selection boxes to find one which didn’t contain your partners pet hate filling, showing you just how much they knew you. It was grim. Vile even. It was created by rich business men right at the top of the economy, to make them richer. 

And it’s not because you were single and sour.

Well, yes, admittedly the years prior to your current boyfriend your anger at the occasion could be blamed on the fact you were painfully single. But now? Now you had a doting boy who , for a reasons beyond your own understanding, thought you were the most amazing thing to ever grace the earth. He loved the little things, the soft morning kiss to wake you up - hoping to make the awakening as painfree as possible. He loved how, after a long stint apart with him on a work project, you’d near refuse to go anywhere - always favouring lazy Sundays everyday, not letting him far from your sight. He loved how unbelievable stubborn or pouty you’d get when he attempted to escape to play golf-more often than not you had your tactics to keep him with you… if you know what I mean ;)

He loved you so completely, even if on occasion, your stubborn-ness  could be frustrating as hell. 

Because he wanted to treat you like a princess; he wanted to get you all the cliche gifts; he wanted to have to book a table weeks in advance just so he’d get somewhere good today. And after much deliberation with you, Tom had decided to completely ignore all your wishes - just once. 

You woke with a deep groan, rolling over in chase of comfort from your boyfriend and yet received nothing more than an empty thud- where your arm that was supposed to land onto of his broad chest instead flopped down onto cold sheets. Normally, Tom would either lie in bed and wait (well sometimes wake you up himself) unless he had one of his ridiculously early morning shoots. You were fairly certain he wasn’t working today though, it was a Sunday and even in the glamorous world of film  - everyone still liked their lazy Sundays. 

So slowly creeping your eyes open, you found the room just as you were suspicious of. His side of the bed was empty and in fact the whole room was completely empty of your boyfriend. It had you huffing, Sundays were not designed for early mornings and they certainly weren’t designed for productivity either. Taking your loneliness as a stimulus to face the cold February air, you swung your legs over the bed - shivering when your bare feet landed on the cold floorboards. 

Grabbing your dressing down and tying it tight round your otherwise slightly skimpy satin pyjamas you made it half way down the stairs before Tom yelled through the house, clearly having noticed the stairs creak. 

“Y/N GO BACK TO BED!” You froze on the stairs, furrowing your eyebrows sarkily. Who the hell was he to tell you that you couldn’t move round your own home. 

“What the-“

“No your ruing it!!! Go back upstairs!!!” His face looked like that of an upset puppy, once you had rounded the corner to see him trying to juggle two different frying pans on the stove and the oven timer going off. Yes he was a very capable 24 year old man, in so many ways one of the most talented humans around. Except, of course, cooking without causing chaos. It wasn’t even that he couldn’t cook, on the contrary… he was actually pretty decent and enjoyed experimenting with new meals but he was so hopelessly messy. God knows how he managed to dirty 20 different utensils making a single korma. But if anyone could do it - it was Tom. 

“What are you doing?” The was a glint in your eye, Tom knew you took joy out of seeing him struggle. And right now, he knew for a fact the bacon was burning under the grill , while you were distracting him. 

“Just go upstairs! I got I-FUCK!” The expletive included not because Tom thought that was the language of love, rather he’d just gone in while trying to pull out the tray of bacon from the grill and whacked the top of his palm against the burning hot heating implement. It stung like a bitch and his hand involuntarily retracted from the oven, the whole thing causing him to drop the tray back on to the oven shelves with an impressive clank. Instantly you ran over and whilst he was doubled over clutching his wrist you flicked the oven off and closed the door, then lurching over to turn the cold tap on . With a swift pull of him toward the sink, you ran you hand down his arm to prise them away from his chest and guided them to under the stream of cold water. Hissing, Tom’s body slowly started to untense, as the cold water steadily started to numb his hand. 

“You are an idiot.” Mumbling under your breath, you were also stifling your laughter incredibly hard, knowing he would be hating one you for the shame. 

“I was trying to be nice” He sulked, keeping his gaze locked downward on his slightly reddened hand, completely avoiding your eye line. To be fair to him, you felt pretty guilty - the only reason this all happened was he was trying to send you back upstairs. Then again, it was completely his fault for trying to do the whole valentines day thing, he knew your thoughts towards it. So, with caressing hands you pushed a curl back that had dropped down the front of his forehead. 

“I appreciate it… but I’d still love you if you completely forgot about this stupid consumerist con.” Your soft tone made his chocolate brown eyes flick up, showing an intimate yet truthful look that not many people were privy to see. 

“I was trying to change your mind stupid.” He countered, leaning his body so it bumped into you slightly, even if he was slightly moody, still appreciating the contact.  With a chuckle you shook your head instead of replying, waiting for his hand to numb completely under the icy water before turning the tap off. Gently, you wrapped his hand in kitchen towel, knowing he was watching your every move intently. 

“As sexy as burning your hand on the grill is…:” Smirking up at him, Tom pouted at you before continuing “all I need is you… as cringe as it sounds… you and me is all I ever need.”

“Even on valentines?” 

“Especially on valentines.” 

[let-them-read-fics]

I’ve Got You

Requested by Anon: “Could I request a jennie scenario where her girlfriend is scared of water / swimming and jen calms her down like reader did in your ‘safe with me’ work?”

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,626

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, PTSD / Flashbacks, Anxiety, Crying, Fluff, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: To the anon who requested this: thank you so much! I wrote it all in one go (at like 3am, mind you), and I had a blast with it. I took it a little more on the angsty side, but I really hope you guys enjoy it. Happy reading, let me know what you think!

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Waking up in Jennie’s arms has always been a lovely thing, but something about this time seemed even more perfect than usual. Early morning sunlight glittered into the room, creating an almost dream-like haze, and some of the rays landed on her skin. She looked like an angel -- features slightly puffy with sleep, a small pout on her lips. Her head was against your shoulder, and her arms snaked around your waist, anchoring you close to her body. You always loved cuddling in close with her, the two of you keeping each other warm throughout the night.

Stealing a glance at the clock, you realize that the two of you almost overslept; the girls want to meet downstairs at the hotel’s restaurant in an hour. With that notion in mind, you know what you have to do; reluctantly, you gently shake Jennie to wake her up.

“Jennie, baby, we’ve gotta hurry or else we’ll be late.” 

She lets out a groan, her voice a bit gravelly, and ignores your words, opting to pull you in closer instead. 

“5 more minutes.” The words come out as a mumble, barely intelligible, but you grin. Jennie’s always been the type to sleep in when she can, and you can’t blame her; with as hard as she works, it’s completely understandable.

“Alright, but that’s it! We seriously have to get up after that.”

With a gentle nod, she snuggles into your side again, bringing a hand up to rest against your neck.

As your eyes rake over her delicate features, you start to recall the plan that all of you had decided on for the day. With the girls taking a break from practices and rehearsals to shoot a new show for their Youtube channel, you have plenty to do -- today’s agenda called for ziplining and mini golf, to be precise. Given how close you are with all of the girls, it’s no wonder that they were able to sweet talk their managers into letting you tag along for the ride. Of course, you’ll have to wait until they get all of the filming done to join in on their escapades, but regardless, you’re beyond excited to see them having fun.

With the 5 minutes officially over, you hatch a plan on the best way to wake Jennie up again. You start by gently rolling her onto her back, and proceed to pepper feather-light kisses all across her face. Soon, you feel her stir underneath you, her eyes fluttering open in the cutest way possible. Perhaps in an alternate universe, she worked as a Disney princess instead of an idol; she’s definitely qualified to be one.

“Hey cutie,” she says, voice laced with remnants of sleep, and pulls you in for a quick kiss. One of your arms is around her waist, with the other one propping you up so that you can look down into her eyes. 

“C’mon beautiful, let’s go.” 

Once she’s had a chance to rub her eyes and get adjusted to the light, you scoop her up in your arms and carry her to the bathroom. 

“Oh no, looks like we’ll have to shower together if we wanna make it on time…” Her eyes exude mischief as the words fall from her lips, and you play along. 

“What a shame.” 

She kisses you again, smiling widely against your lips, and the two of you start getting ready.

~~~~~~~  

“There you guys are! It sure took you long enough.” 

Both Jennie and yourself have to bite back your smiles. After a quick apology, the girls are already busy talking about what the day has in store.

“I know we’ll probably be tired after filming, but maybe once we get back here we can go down to the pool to unwind? I saw the spa, too; it looked really nice.” At Rosé’s innocent suggestion, you soon find your heart beginning to palpitate. Anything but that, you think to yourself, your mind already beginning to betray you with intrusive thoughts. 

You can’t blame her for proposing the idea -- after all, it’s a beautiful day outside, and the weather is perfect for swimming. But the problem lies deeper: you’ve never told any of them -- including Jennie -- about your fear of the water (swimming, to be exact). Even thinking of it makes you sick to your stomach, and you suddenly feel a bit overwhelmed. 

“I’m gonna run to the restroom, okay? Be right back.” 

As you stand, Jennie asks if you want her to tag along -- had she noticed your uneasiness? With a quick squeeze to her hand, you assure her that you’ll be fine, and you begin your walk. 

Once in the safety of the bathroom, you take a deep breath to steady yourself as your hands grip the marble surface of the countertop. Memories of that fateful summer day come flooding in, and you’re unable to push them away any longer.

It was a gorgeous day, the sun high up in the sky, shedding its heat down on everything below. Your family had decided to spend the day outside, grilling and swimming, the usual summer traditions that you held every year.

Delicious smells carried over from the food being cooked by your father, and you shouted praise to him from across the yard.

“Smells good, pops!” 

He yelled a thank you back, and your brother got your attention from his place beside you. 

“Wanna race in the pool?”

“You’re on, loser, but don’t cry when I beat you!” You throw him a smug look, and laugh when he shoves you.

“Yeah yeah, you’re going down!” He exclaims as he darts past you, getting a head start to the pool.

“Not fair!” You run after him and jump in, ready to wrestle him and make things even.

The water is cool against your skin, working in perfect contrast with the beams of sun shining down. You’re faced with a rude awakening, however, as you come back up to the surface: your brother is waiting on you, and he pounces. 

In the beginning, the wrestling match is quite fun; the two of you can’t contain your laughter as you push each other around, splashing water at one another. In no time, though, things take a tragic turn; with one particularly hard shove, you’re sent under, falling down the slope of the pool and towards the deep end. The slippery surface of the liner underneath your feet offers no grip, and soon you find yourself struggling for even a breath of air. 

Panic begins to spread throughout your body as you feel yourself losing control; oblivious to the gravity of the situation, your brother is still giggling -- he has no idea what’s actually happening. With each urgent thrash, you’re sent a little further away, out of reach of your brother. 

Shortly after he realizes you aren’t messing around, he attempts to help you. Seeing as how he’s only a couple years older and just a few inches taller than you, he’d also be struggling in the deep end. He soon discovers this fact as he reaches for you, only to almost go under himself. He knows he has to think fast and reassess his plan of action, so he jumps out of the pool and runs further down, closer to where you are. 

“Mom! Dad! Help,” he yells out, searching for something to throw to you. He spots a floatie nearby, and tosses it into the water near you. Unsure of if you can even really make out what he’s saying, he still tells you to grab it.

In a flash, your mother and father are next to him, terrified of the sight before them. Without hesitation, your father jumps in, successfully managing to grab your now limp body and pull you out of the water.

Your breathing is shallow, and your family begins to fear the worst. They shake your limbs in an attempt to wake you, but it doesn’t help. Your mother begins compressions, suddenly very thankful that she took those classes in the past, and your brother and father rush inside to call for help.

Despite it taking a few minutes, her actions are successful, and you come to. With a sputtering heave, you lean to side and cough up all of the water that had made its way into your lungs. Your mother pats your back and huddles next to you, tears streaming down her face. When the others return, they hurry to wrap you in their arms and embrace you. A few minutes pass as you all sit together, everyone happy that you’re alright. 

Being the person that you are, you decide to use humor to deflect and cope with the insanity that just went down. “Welp… that was something. Let’s pretend I won that match, okay?” You suggest, looking at your brother with a trace of a smile playing on your lips. He shakes his head at you, confused at how you’re already joking about it, but he laughs nonetheless. “No way!”

As the memories begin to leave your mind, you attempt to get a grip on yourself; surely you had been away for a bit, and Jennie would likely be coming by to check on you any second now. Grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser, you wet the edge of it, and wipe the sweat that’s formed on your forehead and neck. 

After drying yourself off and calming down, you exit the restroom and make your way back to the table. Jennie sends you a relieved look, as if to say, Thank God, I was worried. You manage to send her a fairly convincing smile, and she seems to accept it. Once seated again, she takes your hand into her own, rubbing her thumb in random patterns over your skin. You relax at the contact, and soon join back in with the conversation. 

~~~~~~~

“Today was so much fun! Remember when they dropped Jisoo in super fast? That was hilarious!” Lisa and Rosé cackle at the thought, whooping loudly with laughter. Jisoo proceeds to smack them on the arm in response, saying, “Oh yeah? Well at least I could actually get a hole-in-one when we golfed; Lisa missed the ball completely!” The maknae glares at the other girl for flaming her like that, but soon they’re all trading playful insults and goofing around.

You hung back a few paces, allowing them to have their fun while your mind drifted back to what would surely happen later that evening. As much as you hated keeping something as big as that from them, you were a bit embarrassed. Out of everything there is to fear in the world, yours is water? On top of that, you didn’t want to let them down or spoil their fun; they’d been looking forward to this little trip for awhile, and you didn’t want to keep them from swimming and having a good time. Completely lost in all of the negative thoughts vying for your attention, you failed to notice Jennie approach you. She had picked up on the scowl that fell across your features, your brows furrowed and lips drawn tight in a line. It was clear that something was troubling you, so she went to investigate. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Her words come out softly, a gentle request for you to share what’s troubling you. When you stay silent for a bit longer than she likes, she stops walking, and you subconsciously do the same. 

Releasing a sigh, your eyes cast away from hers, you respond, “It’s nothing, baby. I promise.”

For a moment, it seems like she’ll give in and accept your answer -- which, of course, is the one thing you desperately want. Knowing you better than that, though, she can see right through you; still, she decides to spare you this time. “I don’t believe that, jagi, but I’ll wait for you to tell me about it whenever you’re comfortable.”

“Thank you, Jennie. I will.” You wrap an arm around her, and she settles against your side as the two of you make your way through the hotel lobby. 

~~~~~~~

This was a mistake in every sense of the word. Why didn’t you just stay in the room and let Jennie come down with the girls? They all wanted you there, but surely you could’ve at least tried to talk your way out of it. 

The 5 of you scour the area surrounding the large pool, searching for a table and some chairs to recline in. Eventually, you see one in the distance, and lead the way there. With each new step towards your destination, the fear within you grows a little larger, and you wonder how hard it’ll be to keep pretending like you’re fine.

Once everyone has set their things down, they take their shoes off and begin to pull their hair up. You opt to sit down on one of the chairs and lay back, attempting to calm your nerves. 

“You’re not coming in, Y/N?” Jisoo asks, her head tilted to the side.

You retrieve a book from the bag you brought down and hold it up, saying, “I’ll just hang here and get caught up with some reading. You guys go ahead.” 

Jennie looks to you, but you simply open the book and pretend to be invested in the pages. Telling her about your fear is definitely not an option, especially at the current moment; if you do, you run the risk of throwing yourself into a panic attack. It’s all you can do to seem calm and collected right now, and you can’t afford to blow your cover like that.

She trails after the girls, albeit a bit dejectedly, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Now able to take a moment for yourself, you look around: the evening is just as spectacular as the day had been before it, the deep colors of the imminent sunset lighting up the sky with their gorgeous patterns. Sunsets have always been one of your favorite things, so you take some time to enjoy the sight. 

Jennie steals glances at you from her spot in the pool, making sure to keep an eye on you. It isn’t hard to see that something’s bugging you, but she knows not to push you to open up; she’s always willing to wait for you. A smile tugs on her lips when she sees your face brighten as you look at the sky, and she wishes whatever’s plaguing your mind would just go away. You deserve to be happy like this, a smile on your sweet face, right where it belongs. She wishes she could take away all of your struggles. 

After a while, you’re now -- ironically -- invested in your book. The sound of Rosé calling for you draws your attention to the pool again, and you meet her eyes. “Y/N, my hair tie snapped. Do you mind bringing me one from my bag?” 

Your breath hitches; you weren’t prepared for that one. With a gulp, you nod to her and attempt to send her a smile. It’s not like you could just say no. Your fingers shake slightly as you rummage through her bag in search of one of the bands, and you work to center yourself again. You can do this. 

As you near the edge of the pool, your legs feel heavy, every step seemingly harder than the last. A strange sensation of numbness takes over your fingers -- something that almost always happens when you get this nervous -- and you subtly shake them to gain feeling again. “Here you go.” You manage to make the words sound cheery despite the inner battle you’re fighting. 

“Thank you, love.” At her reply, you return from the crouched position you had been in when reaching it to her, and you think you’re home-free. About three steps later, as you’re walking back to your seat, everything changes.

“Go long!” Another hotel guest shouts from your left.

Before you can realize what’s happening and get out of the way, a body collides with yours, sending you into the pool. It all happens within an instant, and you don’t even have time to hold your breath for the impact. You hit the water with a splash, liquid already shooting up your nostrils.

Your mind is reeling with memories of that day, sending you into a series of flashbacks as you scramble to get to the surface. Strangely, you feel just like you had that day: the panicky feeling seeping in with no signs of stopping, your lungs burning as they plead for air, the feeling of your limbs thrashing hopelessly at the water. 

Before long, two arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards the surface and side of the pool. You’d know those arms anywhere: they’re Jennie’s. She pats your back -- just as your mom had all those years ago -- and helps you cough out the water. Thankfully you hadn’t been under long, but it was still terrifying either way. The girls all trade scared looks as they do their best to comfort you and make you feel safe. Jennie can sense that you’re majorly overwhelmed, so she decides to take you somewhere that you can be alone and recover. 

Once out of the pool, she quickly wraps a towel around your trembling body and leads you into the hotel lobby, sitting you down on a secluded couch that’s tucked away from everyone’s view. You eek out a quiet thank you, even in the state you’re in, needing to let her know how much you appreciate her help. She sits down beside you, settling into the comforter, and pulls you up against her chest. Soft, soothing circles are rubbed against your back, her other arm keeping your body snug against hers. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, jagi. I’m here, you’re safe. I’ve got you, I promise.” Her lips are beside your ear -- she knows how distant things can sound to you when you’re having an attack. The hand on your back stops its motions; she brings it up your cheek, rubbing the skin there as you lay your head on her shoulder. Her lips press sweet, gentle kisses against your shoulder, and she thanks the universe when she feels you relax some. “I love you, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” Those words bring tears to your eyes, and some of them spill onto her arm; as she feels them, she almost starts crying with you. Seeing you upset like this always makes her emotional, but she does her best to stay strong for you.

“I’m sorry, Jennie.” Sobs rack your body, causing parts of the sentence to come out louder than others. 

“For what, baby?” She pulls back enough to look into your eyes, her hand still on your cheek, moving slowly. 

“That I didn’t tell you about what’s bothering me. I’m afraid of swimming; I had a traumatic experience with it in the past.”

“Oh, baby. It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry. Do you want to tell me about it now?” Her words are so understanding and kind that you curse yourself for not telling her sooner. You simply nod in affirmation, and begin to relay the story. The entire time, her eyes never leave you, and she holds you close. Anytime a particularly hard detail for you to describe comes up, she strokes your hair and tells you to take as much time as you need. There’s no rush, and she makes sure you understand that.

Eventually, once you’re feeling loads better and are fully calmed down, you meet her gaze again. “Thank you for everything. I love you so much; I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. You knew just what to do.” She smiles that earth-shattering smile of hers again, and if your heart wasn’t so tired from the time it just had, you know it would’ve skipped a beat. “That’s my job, baby.” Her eyes fall to your lips, in her unspoken request to kiss you. You grin, pulling her in closer, and connect your lips. She tastes like cherries and everything else that’s good in this world, and you revel in the fact that you’ll be the one kissing those lips for the rest of your life. The two of you part, both a little breathless as always, and you rest your foreheads together. “Let’s go see the girls.”

~~~~~~~

After many hugs, tears, and one long story later, all of you are in Lisa’s hotel room. The girls understood your fear and didn’t think any less of you at all; they wished, though, that you had told them sooner. They all want the best for you, and to see you happy, no matter what. Everyone is glad to see you doing better, and the mood is substantially brighter than it had been before. 

“Did Lisa tell you that she beat that guy up for bumping into you?” Rosé asks, a smile on her face.

Lisa’s expression shifts into anger at the mere thought of him, and she says, “He deserved it, I’m not gonna let anyone get away with that.” She shrugs her shoulders, and all of you laugh at the fact that she actually roughed him up a bit.

“Can’t argue with that,” Jisoo says patting your back tenderly and sending you a smile.

“And she’ll do it again, BOP BOP!” Lisa says, causing everyone to burst out laughing. Jennie rolls her eyes at the other girl and buries her face in your shoulder, seeking shelter from the cringe. 

“I love you guys.”

“We love you, too, Y/N.” They all say in unison… at least, as close as they can get to it.

Thanks for reading!!!

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

Who wants a full comparison of episodes 1, 25, and 111 of Welcome to Night Vale? Because I love comparing these episodes and also I have no impulse control. Let’s go

(Spoilers up to episode 111, obviously. Also, I’ll bold every other segment so that it’s easier to tell which ones I’m comparing)

((This is gonna be an incredibly long post. I’m very sorry))

A friendly desert community, where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale. (1)

A friendly desert community, where the sun is still hot, the moon still beautiful, and mysterious lights still pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale. (25)

A friendly desert community, where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead, while we lay open eyed, watching it all. Welcome to Night Vale. (111)

Hello listeners. To start things off, I’ve been asked to read this brief notice. The City Council announces the opening of a new Dog Park at the corner of Earl and Summerset, near the Ralphs. They would like to remind everyone that dogs are not allowed in the Dog Park. People are not allowed in the Dog Park. It is possible you will see hooded figures in the Dog Park. do not approach them. Do not approach the Dog Park. The fence is electrified and highly dangerous. Try not to look at the Dog Park and especially do not look for any period of time at the hooded figures. The Dog Park will not harm you. (1)

One single year since two major events in our town’s history. First, the opening of our lovely, state-of-the-art Dog Park, which is forbidden, and which I will not mention again. (25)

The City Council reiterated for the 1,874th consecutive day that the Dog Park is off limits for both dogs and humans. The fence is electrified and highly dangerous etc. Hooded figures and all that. Since its construction we have shied from and feared the Dog Park. The Dog Park is neither a park nor for dogs, and so what does it even mean to call it a dog park? Why do we use language that means one thing to describe something that is entirely else? I don’t know what the word is for that place the City Council calls the dog park, but I do know it’s time to start searching for that word, and once found, to use it boldly. (111)

And now the news. Old Woman Josie, out near the car lot, says the Angels revealed themselves to her. Said they were ten feet tall, radiant, one of them was black. Said they helped her with various household chores. One of them changed a light bulb for her, the porch light. She’s offering to sell the old light bulb, which has been touched by an angel (it was the black angel, if that sweetens the pot for anyone). If you’re interested, contact Old Woman Josie. She’s out near the car lot. (1)

[none] (25)

The angels, who I can now say are angels, and will say are angels, because they are angels, held a memorial for Old Woman Josie in her house. Everyone in town came, overcome with a feeling that finally they could look at these beings and recognize them for what they were. Even the City Council attended the memorial, but refused to make eye contact with anyone. Of course, this positive, concrete identification only led to more mysteries, for if these are angels, then where did they come from? And what does that mean for us? Even now we find that we cannot voice these questions. Not because we are not allowed. But because we cannot find the words to ask. Instead we ate cake and drank coffee in the living room of Old Woman Josie, which was once just that, a place she lived. Now it is only a room. One by one, we laid our hand on the Angels’ hands, and in that moment of contact each of us, in turn, found ourselves weeping. As the party wound down, we all heard a soft pop outside. It was the lightbulb on Old Woman Josie’s porch, burning out. (111)

A new man came in to town today. Who is he? What does he want from us? Why his perfect and beautiful haircut? Why his perfect and beautiful coat? He says he is a scientist. Well, we have all been scientists at one point or another in our lives. But why now? Why here? And just what does he plan to do with all those beakers and humming electrical instruments in that lab he’s renting, the one next to Big Rico’s Pizza. No one does a slice, like Big Rico. No one. (1)

Second, and more important, it is one year since the arrival in Night Vale of our most beloved and singular citizen. (25)

A man who I know very well came into my house today, which is also his house. He laid his head, with its perfect and beautiful hair, upon my shoulder, and crossed his arms over his perfect and beautiful lab coat. I embraced him. We are creatures of touch, humans, and we retrieve so much meaning and happiness from contact. “I have become too complacent,” he said. “When I came here, I understood this town as scientifically fascinating. And then, gradually, it became my day to day life. I could no longer see the strangeness, but only my home.” “We are all guilty of that,” I said. “But I am a scientist,” he said.“Well,” I said. “We have all been scientists at one point or another in our lives.” (111)

Just a reminder to all the parents out there. Let’s talk about safety when taking your children out to play in the scrub lands and the sand wastes. You need to give them plenty of water, make sure there’s a shade tree in the area, and keep an eye on the helicopter colors. Are the unmarked helicopters circling the area black? Probably World Government, not a good area for play that day. Are they blue? That’s the Sheriff’s Secret Police, they’ll keep a good eye on your kids, and hardly ever take one. Are they painted with complex murals depicting birds of prey diving? No one knows what those helicopters are, or what they want. Do not play in the area. Return to your home and lock the doors until a Sheriff’s Secret Policeman leaves a carnation on your porch to indicate that the danger has passed. Cover your ears to blot out the screams. Also, remember: Gatorade is basically soda, so give your kids plain old water and maybe some orange slices when they play. (1)

Parents: Let’s talk about safety when taking your children to play out in the scrub lands and the sand wastes. All children in Night Vale are missing this week, so there’s no current safety issues. Hope we find them! (25)

Just a reminder to all the parents out there. Let’s talk about safety when taking your children out to play in the scrub lands and the sand wastes. You need to give them plenty of water, make sure there’s a shade tree in the area, and keep an eye on the helicopter colors. I asked my best friend and brother, Steve, to talk me through which helicopters belong to which organizations. Obviously the black helicopters belong to the World Government, although I had not realized, until Steve laid it out for me, how closely they are also associated with the Lizard People. The blue ones are Sheriff’s Secret Police, the pink ones are the new Double Secret Police, and the ones painted with complex murals depicting birds of prey diving? Well not even Steve knows what those helicopters are, nor what they want. On Steve’s chart, those are just labeled with the word RUN and then a few hundred exclamation points. (111)

A commercial airliner flying through local airspace disappeared today, only to reappear in the Night Vale Elementary gymnasium during basketball practice, disrupting practice quite badly. The jet roared through the small gym for only a fraction of a second, and before it could strike any players or structure, it vanished again, this time apparently for good. There is no word yet on if or how this will affect the Night Vale Mountain Lion’s game schedule, and also if this could perhaps be the work of their bitter rivals, the Desert Bluffs Cacti. Desert Bluffs is always trying to show us up through fancier uniforms, better pre-game snacks, and quite possibly by transporting a commercial jet into our gymnasium, delaying practice for several minutes at least. For shame, Desert Bluffs. For shame. (1)

In other news, a commercial airliner appeared today inside the home of surprised Night Vale citizen Becky Canterbury, who said she was about to get in the shower when it roared down her hallway and then disappeared, as suddenly as it had arrived. There is no conclusive evidence that this is the same airliner last seen in the Night Vale Elementary gym one year ago, but we have jumped to that conclusion and will defend it against all naysayers, violently and without mercy. Our truths may or may not be true, but they are ours, and we stand by them, even as the experts and skeptics hold aloft clipboards and intone to us about snow and mountains. Becky added that she would like to take that shower now, and that she has no idea how we managed to arrive for an interview mere seconds after the incident occurred. “My doors are locked.” she said. “My windows too. I’ve had my eyes shut for years. How did you get in here?” (25)

A commercial airliner flying through local airspace disappeared today, only to reappear at the fifth hole of the Sagebrook Pines Private Golf Club and Bulk Supplier. This disrupted all golf activities badly, as well as scaring a family of four who were perusing bulk paper towels offered at a discount price in a nearby sandtrap. I feel, for the first time, that I can articulate that this airliner had flown into some other universe, those divisions being particularly thin here in our quaint little community. This also is the cause of things like dead relatives occasionally joining us for breakfast, or the shimmering skyscrapers and crowded cities that appear for flashing moments in the sky. Of course, it also could be the handywork of the East Night Vale Cacti, the basketball team at the new East Night Vale Elementary School. Those scamps are always pulling pranks. Could they transport a large plane through multiple universes? Who am I to say? But probably yes. For shame, East Night Vale. For shame. (111)

The local chapter of the NRA is selling bumper stickers as part of their fundraising week. They sent the station one to get some publicity, and we’re here to serve the community, so I’m happy to let you all know about it. The stickers are made from good, sturdy vinyl, and they read: “Guns don't kill people. It's impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it's a miracle.” Stand outside of your front door and shout “NRA” to order one. (1)

The local chapter of the NRA has begun market testing some possible new slogans. These include: “Guns don't kill people. Blood loss and organ damage does.” “Guns don't kill people. People kill guns.” “A list of things that kill people: 1. Conceivably anything. 2. Not guns.” “Guns don't kill people. We are all immortal souls living temporarily in shelters of earth and meat.” and “If you say guns kill people one more time I will shoot you with a gun and you will, coincidentally, die.” To vote on the new slogan, simply fire a gun at the object or person that best represents your choice. (25)

The local chapter of the NRA is selling bumper stickers as part of their fundraising week. The stickers are made from good, sturdy vinyl and they read “We genuinely do not value human life.” Cute! (111)

Carlos and his team of scientists warn that one of the houses in the new development of Desert Creek, out back of the elementary school, doesn’t actually exist. “It seems like it exists,” explained Carlos and his perfect hair. “Like it’s just right there when you look at it, and it’s between two other identical houses so it would make more sense for it to be there than not” But, he says, they have done experiments and the house is definitely not there. At news time, the scientists are standing in a group on the sidewalk in front of the nonexistent house, daring each other to go knock on the door. (1)

Scientists, and science in general, would like to remind you that some things exist and some things do not. Usually, you can apply the simple test of seeing if it is there. If it is there, it exists. If not, it probably doesn’t, but it might just be currently existing somewhere else. Existence is tricky, the scientists say. Research shows this. For instance, there is that house in the housing development of Desert Creek out back of the elementary school, the house that doesn’t exist. It seems like it exists. Like it’s just right there when you look at it, and it’s between two other identical houses so it would make more sense for it to be there than not. But it does not exist. They have proved this with science. The scientists still haven’t gotten up the nerve to ring the doorbell and find out what happens. Do you want to do it? They’ll pay you five dollars if you do. Just ring it once ok. We’ll be watching from back here. You’ll probably be fine. (25)

Carlos and his scientists, like Luisa and Nilanjana, are renewing their investigation into the house in the development of Desert Creek, out back of the elementary school. The house that doesn’t actually exist. “It seems like it exists,” muttered Carlos. “Like it’s just right there when you look at it, and it’s between two other identical houses so it would make more sense for it to be there than not.” But he says, it is actually a doorway to another world. A world he himself was once stuck in for a year. There seem to be secrets about that year he is keeping to himself. Maybe someday we will learn what they are. (111)

Lights, seen in the sky above the Arby’s. Not the glowing sign of Arby’s. Something higher and beyond that. We know the difference. We’ve caught on to their game. We understand the lights above Arby’s game. Invaders from another world. Ladies and gentlemen the future is here. And it’s about a hundred feet above the Arby’s. (1)

But here, Carlos and I sat on the trunk of that car, his car, looking together at the lights up in the sky above the Arby’s. They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe. [...] We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us: we don’t understand even more. (25)

Lights, seen in the sky above the Arby’s. Not the glowing sign of Arby’s. Something higher and beyond that. One night, years ago, two people, scared and vulnerable and loving and ready, came together for a quiet moment under that sky. And I pretended at the time to understand the lights. But a big part of recognizing the world for what it is, is recognizing when you have no idea. Invaders from another world? Harbingers of future terror? A fragment of another universe, fading into our own above reasonably priced lunch meat? Maybe any. Maybe all. Maybe none. But here is what I do know. The lights are, among other things, a part of my memory, and a part of my marriage, and a part of my love. They are a piece of my past, and I don’t need to understand them to understand that. Ladies and gentlemen the past is here. And it’s about a hundred feet above the Arby’s. (111)

The City Council would like to remind you about the tiered heavens, and the hierarchy of angels. The reminder is that you should not know anything about this. The structure of heaven and the angelic organizational chart are privileged information, known only to City Council members on a need to know basis. Please to do not speak to or acknowledge any angels that you may come across while shopping at the Ralphs or at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. They only tell lies, and do not exist. Report all angels sightings to the City Council for treatment. (1)

The City Council would like to remind you about the tiered heavens, and the hierarchy of angels. The reminder is that you still should not know anything about this. The structure of heaven and the angelic organizational chart are still privileged information. Also, angels aren’t real. “I really get tired of having to say this,” a City Council representative said to a group of disgruntled angels. “Angels aren’t real. They just aren’t.” The angels became unruly and were dispersed by a thunderclap from heaven. (25)

The City Council would like to remind you about the tiered heavens and the hierarchy of angels. The reminder is the Council is grumpy that all of this is not forbidden knowledge, but due to the new laws, they are required to inform you that the angels have made all of that information available. Stop by the house where the angels live if you want to pick up a free packet outlining exactly how all of that is organized. While the packet itself is free, it is likely the angels will ask to borrow five dollars. They tend to do that. (111)

Speaking of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex, its owner, Teddy Williams, reports that he has found the entrance to a vast, underground city in the pin retrieval area of lane 5. He said he has not yet ventured into it, merely peered down at its strange spires and broad avenues. He also reports voices of a distant crowd in the depths of that subterranean metropolis. Apparently the entrance was discovered when a bowling ball accidentally rolled into it, clattering down to the city below with sounds that echoed for miles across the impossibly huge cavern. So, you know, whatever population that city has, they know about us now and we might be hearing from them very soon. (1)

Word is in about a disturbance at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. There has been the sound of chanting and machinery from under the pin retrieval area of lane five, and Teddy Williams has changed all the bowlers’ names on the electronic scorecards to “THEY ARE HERE”. This is causing some confusion and has completely ruined Jeremy Godfrey's 50th birthday party, which had rented out a few lanes for the afternoon. Jeremy was last seen drinking a light beer out of a plastic cup, shaking his head sadly as he swished the liquid around and looking out the window at the sky, mostly void, partially stars. Teddy Williams was last seen howling, commanding his militia to surround the pin retrieval area and prepare for an attack. (25)

Over at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex, Teddy Williams, its owner, reported the startling news that there is nothing under the pin retrieval area of lane 5. As you may remember, there has been a tiny city of warlike people under the bowling alley for several years now, which has caused some trouble, although not a lot of trouble, because they were very tiny people. But now there is just a hole in the earth under the pin retrieval area, an empty space containing only my own memories of a night that someone I loved almost died before I had a chance to truly love him. So good riddance to whatever that town was. (111)

Carlos, perfect and beautiful, came into our studios during the break earlier but declined to stay for an interview. He had some sort of blinking box in his hand covered with wires and tubes. Said he was testing the place for materials. I don’t know what materials he meant, but that box sure whistled and beeped a lot. When he put it close to the microphone, it sounded like, well, like a bunch of baby birds had just woken up. Really went crazy. Carlos looked nervous. I’ve never seen that kind of look on someone with that strong of a jaw. He left in a hurry. Told us to evacuate the building, but then, who would be here to talk sweetly to all of you out there. (1)

I arrived at the parking lot to find Carlos, perched on the trunk of his car in flannel and jeans, his perfect hair mussed, his perfect teeth hidden. “What is it?” I said. “What danger are we in? What mystery needs to be explored?” He shook his head. “Nothing,” he said. “After everything that happened...I just wanted to see you.” My heart leapt. My heart soared. My heart, metaphorically, performed a number of aerial activities, and, literally, it began beat hard. (25)

Carlos, perfect and beautiful, came into our studios during the break earlier, and we ate lunch together out of Tupperwares. He had some sort of blinking box in his hand covered with wires and tubes. When he put it close to the microphone, it sounded like, well, like a bunch of baby birds had just woken up. Really went crazy. He asked if I remembered it. He had brought it by on the first day we had met. He had told me that it tested for materials, but he wasn’t actually sure what materials it tested for. He had just wanted an excuse to come by and talk to me. “Anyway,” he said, “I thought it was a nice memento. Back when we were fumbling awkwardly toward this life we share.” “But,” he added, “it’s a real instrument that is detecting some actual materials of some kind, so there is a good chance that everything about this studio is deeply dangerous. Please be careful.” (111)

Settling in to be another clear and pretty evening here in Night Vale. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with, or at least good memories of when you did. Good night, listeners. Good night. (1)

We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us: we don’t understand even more. Good night, Night Vale. Good night. (25)

Settling in to be another clear and pretty evening here in Night Vale, this weird, weird town. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with. I know I do. Good night, listeners. Good night. (111)

[beauvibaby]

beautiful- b.boeser

requested [] yes [x] no

brock boeser x plus-size reader

a/n: y’all I really love this it was very self endlugent and yeah, please show it some love 🥺

You smiled, seeing a notification come up in your phone.

@bboeser tagged you in a photo

You opened up Instagram in record speed, a grin overcoming your face at the picture, you and Easton passed out on the couch, coolie and milo curled up at your feet.

“aunt y/n holding down the fort, uncle Brock just gets to watch”

You laughed to yourself at the caption, liking the photo and taking a screenshot of it. You heard the dogs jumping around downstairs, you were about to lock your phone and head downstairs to greet Brock, when you caught a glimpse of a comment. You read it, once, twice, three times, shocked that people who didn’t even know you could just be so cruel. They pointed out how chubby you looked, and how your shirt was tugged into the small roll in your stomach, it took a long time for you to become so confident, you loved yourself, and you knew Brock loved you and that’s all that mattered. But, we all know, when people point out your flaws it’s hard to not hyperfixate on them. Of course you hadn’t looked your best in the picture, you were babysitting Easton, and ended up falling asleep on the couch with him on top of you, your head tilted down to rest on top of his, which of course, made the fullness under your chin more noticeable. You suddenly found yourself chewing on your lip as you refreshed the page, scrolling through the hundred more comments, if you were being truthful, only a fraction of them were rude, most of them were sweet, but it felt like all you could see were the bad ones.

You scrolled through them, moving into the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror, you were in a pair of leggings and a sports bra, having just been out back playing with the dogs, in the privacy of your and Brock’s yard, but suddenly you felt like you had a million pairs of eyes on you. You read a comment, pointing out the way you had the roll in your stomach, especially towards the sides, you looked in the mirror, eyes instantly falling on the spot, adorned with stretch marks. Your weight had always gone up and down, especially when you were just a young teenager, and now you were littered with stretch marks that would never go away. Not usually something that bothered you, all that you ever worried about was your health, and you were healthy, despite what people were trying to say in the comments, automatically assuming because you were full figured, that you did have a little bit of a stomach, that your thighs were nowhere near having a gap, that your arms had just a little bit of extra weight on them, that you were unhealthy. God how you hated that assumption, it was so rude to assume anyone who wasn’t the typical skinny was unhealthy. Your eyes trained on the marks on your stomach once again, your fingers delicately running over the darker lines, something Brock would do when you laid together on the couch, normally something that made you feel good. Every time he would do the subtle gesture, it made you feel good, feminine, cared for, but in this moment the thought of him ever seeing them again, made your heart jump in your chest. Surely, after reading these, he couldn’t think of you the same again. “Baby?” Brock called, his feet flopping against the stairs, you sucked in a sharp breath, meeting your eyes in the mirror and seeing the so prominent redness in them from the tears welling up. You quickly splashed some water on your face, wiping it off with a towel in an attempt to get rid of some redness, you heard him starting his way down the hallway, and you rushed to grab a shirt, even though it was unlawfully hot outside today, hence the reason you were only in the lightweight leggings and bra. You quickly tugged the material over your head, grimacing when you realized it was one of Brock’s shirts, that just didn’t fit your curves properly, I mean yeah it fit, technically, but it tugged tightly in all the wrong places.

It sat taught on your stomach, showing everything you were trying to hide, but loose in your chest where you weren’t as full as people would think you should be, you were about to tug it back off when you heard him push the door open. “There you are, you didn’t answer me and I got worried.” He sighed softly, walking up behind you, arms going around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Sorry, I spaced out.” You laughed softly, hoping your voice didn’t give you away. He hummed in acknowledgment but you could feel his eyes studying the side of your face, suddenly your thoughts wandered to how horrible your side profile must be, so you tilted your head back to meet his eyes. “I missed you, beautiful.” He mumbled, leaning to press a soft kiss to your lips. You knew he could tell something was bothering you, but you also knew that he could tell you were desperately trying to hide it, he knew how to react when you were like this, he would wait and ask you later, give you a chance to process your own emotions first. “I missed you.” You whispered once he pulled away, you shuffled out of his grip, “I’m going to shower.” You added, disappearing into the bathroom, unknowingly giving him an idea of what could be bothering you, because you shut and locked the door, something neither of you have done for as long as you could remember. He stared at the door for a minute, a small frown on his face as his mind wandered with all the possibilities, you hadn’t seemed upset with him, so he was almost certain he hadn’t unknowingly done something. So that left his other option, someone had said something, he knew people were cruel, and he knew it was part of his life being in the spotlight, but he hated that he had drug you down in it with him. But all he wanted to do was show off the amazing girl that he was so lucky to call his, and the fact that he couldn’t do that without being respected, that really bothered him, because you deserved to be bragged about, you deserved to be filling more of his social media than you were. It was rare that he posted things with you, simply because he knew how it could bother you, but his heart swelled with so much pride when he got the picture of you and his nephew, it only reminded him how much he wanted that with your own kids one day.

He hadn’t realized how long he was standing there thinking about it until he heard the water shut off, and he scrambled to get out of there, not wanting you to know he’d been standing there the whole time. He rushed out of the room, doing his best to stay quiet as you unlocked the bathroom door. You stepped out, towel wrapped tightly around your body, you did a quick once over, looking for him before you stepped out, you went and grabbed some clean lounge clothes, not planning on leaving the house today, but you made sure the ones you grabbed fit you properly. Once you were satisfied enough with your appearance, you trudged down the stairs, coolie rushing over to jump at you while milo slept in his bed. You laughed stopping to pet him, when you looked up you spotted Brock rummaging around in the kitchen, he undoubtedly had to be hungry, just coming back from playing golf with some friends. You were hungry, waiting for him to come home to eat, but now you cringed a little at the thought, not in the way where you wanted to not eat, but your stomach was still in knots from reading those comments. “Hi, baby.” You spoke up, walking past him, opening the fridge and pulling out a water. “Hi.” Brock responded, looking over at you with a grin, you couldn’t help but smile back, his smile was so contagious. “Why are you so smiley?” You teased softly, stepping over towards his outstretched arms, he all but yanked you into him, your chin resting on his chest so you could look up at him. “Mhm, ‘cause I get to spend the rest of the day at home with my girl.” He mumbled, lips ghosting over your forehead, you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment. But it didn’t last long when his finger tips dipped underneath your shirt, his fingers running over your skin soothingly, “don’t do that.” He whispered when you tried to shimmy away from him. “What?” You gasped, feeling like you’d been caught red handed.

“The picture I posted, I know people are just so fucking rude, but you can’t listen to them baby, because none of what they say is true.” He spoke sternly, but softly, one hand staying on your waist, the other coming up to cup your cheek. “But it is true, the way my stomach rolls in on the side, and how chubby my face is, and my thighs rub together and-“ “stop it, you’re beautiful, inside and out.” He cut you off, his brows knit together slightly. “Baby girl, I love you, and everything you just said that you didn’t like.” He continued, watching as your breathing hitched momentarily, “I love it when you know I’m having a bad day and you make me lay my head in your lap, or when we’re going on long drives and I just grab your leg and rub it while you go to sleep. I love squeezing your beautiful face to make you give me a kiss when you’re being goofy,” he paused to do just that, a hand on either side of your face, squeezing together and making your lips fall into a soft pout that he kissed. “And I love grabbing you just like this,” his hands went back to your sides, gripping you snuggly, “so I can hold you close and not let you go.” He concluded, “no, you’re not supposed to cry, baby.” He pouted softly when you looked at him with big watery eyes. “I love you.” You whispered hiding your face in his neck, “I love you too, so much.” He laughed softly, feeling your tears fall on his skin. “Please don’t cry anymore.” He nudged your head with his own, “they’re happy tears.” You sniffled, pulling back to look at him. “How’d I get so lucky?” You wondered aloud, “I should be asking the same thing.”

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